Well, Here I Am Again...

...needing to scream into the void.

"But," as Simon and Garfunkel sang, "all my words come back to me / In shades of mediocrity / Like emptiness in harmony", so I'll use someone else's.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

--Shakespeare.

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[Briarpelt]

More interesting words:

The heart jumped in me once again
to hear this unhappy prayer.
I was disconsolate then
And the deep heart within
darkened to hear you speak it.
But when strength came back hope lifted
me again, and the sorrow
was gone and the light was on me.

From the Orestia (The Libation Bearers, in particular), by Aeschlyus, translated by Richmond Lattimore.

T.S. Elliot's The Hollow Men is on my mind as well.

[Briarpelt]

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out,
In his anger and his shame,
'I am leaving, I am leaving!'
But the fighter still remains.

--Simon and Garfunkel, The Boxer