A Poem?

Loneliness, never ending. Sparks that fly, leading to nothing. The human race, ever maddening. Why must it all end? Why do we ever think it would lead somewhere else? Every moment, feeling like its everything, but knowing that its nothing.

Vulnerability being exposed, typing words but the meaning... meaningless. Something, where there should be nothing. Nothing, where there should be something. Hope, joy, pointlessness, nothingness. The meaning is lost, I am lost, the human condition never ceasing. Emotions, mystery, the earth revolving, time moving forward, the mind coping, life ever progressing. Our purpose; ever eluding, our presence has no reason. We feel that it's all about something, maybe it is. But, what will you do of its not? Give up? Give in? No, never. We will shove the meaningless of Life into its selfish, unforgiving face, and force it to make sense.

For us, for the humans, for the hope. To survive.

End.