Pointless

The mirror shows a stranger,
bloated,
a landscape of sagging skin.
My legs,
treacherous reeds,
refuse to carry me far.

Pity, a cold hand,
rests on my shoulder.
Others sense of smugness follows me,
like a shadow in a sunless room.

Emptiness,
a vast, echoing chamber,
where laughter used to bounce.
Friends,
a fading photograph,
blurred and almost gone.

Love,
a word I barely remember,
a forgotten song.
Unloved,
a lonely island,
surrounded by a silent sea.

Each day,
a slow, heavy step,
towards an unseen end.
Pointless,
a word that settles,
like dust on a forgotten shelf.