The Lake of No Purpose
Written by Minhee Ho
It was dark
The black sky starless
The moon pale and sickly.
No light bled through the curtains
but for the grey shadows of that peculiar time
Amidst the darkness rustled the water of a lake
Moaning with each stir of the wind
Saturated with the impure
filth of regret
Dirt of desperation
The faint, flickering ripple of hope
So sporadic one wondered if it was even there at all.
The lake was isolated and desolate
Concealed by a tangle of undergrowth
A fabric of thick brambles and withered grey leaves.
No footsteps burdened the land
For no human nor animal had ever dwelled there
It had no one
It spent its days wilting beneath the scorching sun
under the sinister roar of the wind
beneath the curse of its uselessness.
Welling over its lack of use
And sulking for its unwantedness.
Its moans could often be heard,
It wailed for attention,
A demonic shriek that seemed to scratch the air
A terrible dissonance that tore at one’s heart
It groaned at its uneventful life
within its very own self-pity.
For who is one