Friday, March 29, 2019

The End


I feel like a sperm,
Having traveled enormous distances,
Working relentlessly for a hole in the egg,
Exhausting its energy and hopes,
Melting slowly in an ocean of acid.
All in vain! Dying!


I feel like a white blood cell,
Deceived by the friendly face of the cancer cells,
Ambulating all around to find what's wrong,
Counting last breaths, thanks to the abundance of "friends",
Living the old age in a young body,
Watching death approach in its invincible glory.