Futile Engagement

Or is it just a fairytale?
Do I sit here,
Hoping, in
Spite
Of myself,
That my dreams could be answered
So easily?

Nothing comes suddenly.
Nothing can be gained.
Love can never exist in this
Cold, black heart.

Why do I hold on?
What do I hope to find?
A love true,
Perhaps in you?
When I know the battle's lost

Why then, do I bother with this,
Futile Engagement.

Poetry