Solace

In outward appearance,

Pounds of flesh are measured in envy of skeletons;

Contempt is too bountiful within, with which to compete and contend,

When a notion of lost, or losing, is an only confidence.

 

Yet there is a lake of fire in death,

Where it is too painful to enjoyably swim,

Where all yearn to be ash,

And the cognitive ash yearns to be mad.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like that premise...A splendid read and write...:)................