Pointless!

I thought about writing about
My own lack of writing in nowadays.
No more diary-like life for me-
The basic pointlessness of life itself,
A mockery.
The zest for living
Has deserted me long back.
Now I only wait to surrender,
And seek peace.
Life in this earth feels heavier
Everyday.
Carrying on the charade
Of existence,
A double-edged sword.
There is no cause,
Nor any reason to smile.
All seem frozen -
Buried deep inside.
No urge to write too hence -
What's the point anyway?