Meaningless...

In the hollow of
My palm, I hold it.
Dying, still trying to
Bring out the best in it
But in the end, just dying
As it should, and will.

All my thoughts, all my visions
Rendered dark, disgraced,
Deified and denied,
ButStill I hold it, in the hollow
Of my palm, My last hope.
Should I still hope Lord?

All those moments,
Those embraces, of loved ones
Lost, in the sands of time,
The quickest quicksand, of all.
And I pick up the rock, and smash it.
The hope, the palm, the fingers.

Life, love, happiness,
spiritualism,humanity,
Insanity...All pointless.

All...meaningless