The point

To what end does one reach the point.

The point, the point

The point of extreme disappointment, complete recognition of despair.

The point when you second guess, the thought you once could guard with your life.

The point that time stops only for you, only for your racing pulse.

The point that nothing up to it, has fit together. The pieces are jammed.

The point where advantages have been taken, more than gained.

The point marked on the wall, right before they begin to close in on you.

To what end does one reach the point?

The point, the point

The point that ridicules and laughs at your short-comings.

The point that stacks all your worries into a tower of relentlessness.

The point that starts to scratch out the faces that were branded with smiles.

The point that turns you against yourself.

The point, the point

To what end does one reach the point?

To what point can one sustain an end?