Keeping Alive


How fickle we are,

Relying on a piece of flesh

To keep our souls inside.

How much respect

Do we really give it

After our eyes have dried?

Breathing this air I feel

A little empty sometimes.

The loss of our humanity

Makes me question:

For what is it that we strive?


We must all return,

That is inevitable.

I may return tonight

Completing my time here,

But do I feel fulfilled?

Have I made a difference?

These phrases violently

Echo through my head

Because I realise

That I


On a piece of flesh

To keep myself



22nd August 2010

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