Doomed

Is there a fate as bleak,

As that destined to grief.

No happiness to keep,

Just living for the sake of it.

The treasures of the earth unseen,

Even if buried within,

Wander aimlessly back and forth,

With no desired destination to stop.

One would wonder if,

There is a living soul without purpose,

No hope and no goals.

But there are a lot like this,

Just roaming the streets,

Looking forward to nothing,

As the day retreat,

And the night breathes,

But imprisoned in the cell of time,

Until the final bell rings.

A life doomed from the beginning,

The greatest tragedy to live.