The epilogue of life,
The ambivalence at peak,
The countenance of hate,
The mutiny increased,
The grit mustered,
The dirge perturbed,
The paranoia remains,
Unanswered, the question sustains.
Was it all worth the effort?
What will the epitaph say?
Rumblings of a past lost,
In the insipid fog of hate,
The allay of sun to come,
After the meandering night today,
I look on to horizons deterred,
Embroiled with feelings at bay,
The iconoclasm of life,
Itself challenged in its fray,
The delve of reason unanswered,
I still say, The question remains.
Was it all worth the effort?
What will the epitaph say?
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