Honest Appraisal Poem by Mary Champion

So this is it…
the death of hope.
The light dims and
the future darkens.
The road ahead
drops into an abyss of despair.
I fall to my knees,
no longer motivated
to put one foot in front of the other.
There will be no release.
Nothing will ameliorate the agony
of being human.
I cannot escape!
What is behind,
overshadows what is now,
but is unreachable - untouchable -
denied access by the fatal march of time.
What looms ahead is more of the same-
or worse -
I have wasted 70 years getting here,
deluding myself that
I might make sense of it all.
Now I see that it is mere nonsense
and I am nothing but a fool.