Existential Musings

Enshrouded in a fog of melancholy,

I’m beset by feelings of ennui,

As I ponder the purpose of existence,

My heart aches with an acute persistence.

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The world appears so drab and drear,

No light to pierce through my thick veneer,

I strive and strive, but in vain,

Success seems forever out of my domain.

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I’m plagued by a sense of futility,

A belief that all my efforts are nullity,

Luck eludes me like a slippery eel,

My hopes and dreams crushed under its heel.

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What is the point of it all, I ask,

As I languish in this existential morass,

Is life but a meaningless charade,

Or is there some deeper meaning to be weighed?

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My mind awhirl with these thoughts,

My heart battered by life’s fraughts,

I seek solace in the poetry of the ages,

Hoping to find wisdom in its pages.

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But even the greatest bards of yore,

Can’t ease my troubled mind’s sore,

I’m left to grapple with my demons alone,

In a world that seems so harsh and unknown.

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Yet, amidst this dark and stormy sea,

A glimmer of hope shines faintly on me,

Perhaps there’s a purpose to this strife,

A meaning to be found in this journey of life.