Pendulum Of Doubt

Trapped behind the Sun
My grandeur mocked by solitude
Struggling bereaved of all joy
Dreaming of an impossible chance.

I suffocate yet I live
And can't get rid of this curse because
In this prison of aspirations
My hands are tied by hope.

The knell of my forsaken dreams
Screeches through fallen sand
Deep underneath serene streams
Where decomposed wishes stand.

I feel the pain from my world
Crushing my soul in its grip
How pathetic have we become
Lost in dead poets' words.

Curse this rotten pendulum of doubt!
How can I strive through this life
Aware that my only remaining trust
Is knowing that I shall find hope?

Just a tiny speck of dust
In a desert of nothingness
No purpose behind the struggle
For we're all mirrors of flesh.

What if death is my escape to infinity
What if, cleansed of filthy hope, I seize this key
What if i become a shadow or i rot?
Still, my dreams cannot live on when I am not.

It is certain that life has no meaning
But we live as if it has one.