Clarity

I don't even have the motivation

To put my hopelessness onto this page.

I'm just sitting here, shoulders stooped,

Letting the tears drip into my mouth

While I contemplate my lack of worth.

What a sack of

S**t.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Yes, Ben, any human being can, at times, seem like a mere bag of excrement--especially if one continually identifies with the body. What hope would humans have if we were nothing more than short-lived animated meat? The "real you" is the operator of your body; existing within and without that amazing machine. You are the originator of thoughts; chooser of choices; dreamer of dreams; setter of goals; maker of poetry and seeker of your source. You are that inner voice which has spoken to and for you ever since you can remember.
Man is a triune expression of the infinite--spirit, soul and mind; a marvel of all universes. And, of course, a sack of s**t.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime clarity mean you know where you stand and you must do something. Poem was honest and direct words. I like the way you ended this excellent poem.
Coyote