Sacks of Fragile Flesh

the will to live
within the man who has nothing to live for

can still exist

the will to live
in the face of a nature that hates us all

can still exist

the will to live

within a sack of fragile flesh

it does exist

and that will to live

it shows us why

and it reminds us clear

that everyday 

from all these precious things 

that for all these long long years

you've been waiting, just to die for

the jokes on you

it all does end the same

between blatant a******s

and objective saints

try to death

or do nothing at all

the end

it is the same

in the end

. . . we are the same

Author's Note

Reviews

[Edie Blue Starfish]

It starts and ends the same. It's the middle that matters.
Like many things. This is where the story is.

[Davidgeo]

The same indeed... we cannot remember our beginning
gs and we cannot remember our ends.