The Survival Rate Is Zero

It comes when it has to... welcome to life

Like it happened

Just so it can Happen?

... again,

until it can't for reasons,

"indescribable"?

.... its why i do the drugs!

     called food....

to describe the reality...

(sans the f*****g tragedy)

No one real, here, is a hero

- signed -

Nature

rawr

consciousness

is more complicated....

who's really the fool?

the number or the calculator?

Author's Note

It's hard to be a certain kind of animal.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A thought provoking piece. Life is about survival. We all deal with it in our own way and that can be a struggle at times.

Chris

[NelliKong]

I enjoyed reading this. Even though it was a short poem, you made a great impact with your words. I look forward to reading more of your writing.

[JENNY]

Your words described one’s life so truest. It’s just some instances in life are unpredictable and sometimes unanswerable . I hope I got the right point . Thanks for sharing.

[Red Brick Keshner]

The tight wire suddenly gone slack then taut again with such a snap as to contort and mangle what fragile ecosystem exists in this tenuous emotional bandwidth, over and over until being over is over with. Survival seems not an option.

[Red Brick Keshner]

The tight wire suddenly gone slack then taut again with such a snap as to contort and mangle what fragile ecosystem exists in this tenuous emotional bandwidth, over and over until being over is over with. Survival seems not an option.