The Feeling of Futility

All of us have or will come to a point when we feel that our efforts have become pointless. Our goals are closely looking like they want to remain mere dreams, and such dreams have become comfortable staying in our imaginations. Reality is not something they want to dip their foot into.

In this issue of the Scroll Down and Read, I want to share with you a free verse poem I penned on 23rd of April year 2004. I wish that, in times when the feeling of futility comes, this work of literature would give the comfort and the wisdom that such condition is only a stage in your journey you just have to pass through.

You realize that what you are doing is futile It does not mean anything to anyone... ...even to yourself. To what purpose do you see the end of it all? Has it come to the point when you feel no more? And yet, you do not know what are feelings for. So what kind of reality do you want to see? You feel so useless, it has come to toil your glee Your dreams have become visions of malady. In all of these, you keep your hope alive You still want your aspiration to get out of the hive Because your guilt pushes you to run again with vive.