EXISTENTIALIST HUMANITARIANISM
‘ there is but one truly serious philosophical problem
and that is suicide ?’
Albert Camus
The alarm went off
vibrating another day.
I see a wheelchair
a piss-pot a bed-rail and hope.
I see beyond this room-
this hell of un-adopted kingdom.
I see a car and a life
without this torment.
I reach down into my source
Again and plant my seeds of hope,
This is my forth year of digging my plot
And I’ve seen nothing grow.
I used up all my money planning a future
But god had no plans for me
I had to make my own tea, cook and clean
unable to walk. God and the system
Let me down and I was left to dig my own hole.
I see the shoots grow
I throw back the covers and greet the day.
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