What's the point?

For far to long, my passion has been stripped
from within, and I’ve misplaced all desire
to watch my budding goals or dreams transpire.
Awaiting resolution for life’s script
where death escorts me to my final crypt.
Almost as if stuck deeply in a mire,
I struggle to find a chance to acquire
change within this fellow who’s nondescript.

Yet, often I scream to the universe.
Upon deaf ears, I beg to know my role.
Is it all for naught but to die alone?
Will I forever bear this dreadful curse,
or shall an epiphany wake my soul?
From my mistakes, will I ever atone?