Cared for, still unkempt, the juvenile soul-
Proved existence.
Fights his way- for is his role
Incapable of self sustenance.
Cheered by vindictive pain,
Welcomed by detest and shame.
Toiling hard only to gain-
Joyous days preserved in transient frame?
Breaking free- the irony of breathing dead.
A life in every pellet.
Struggles he- all through life.
And then back to nihilness.
Perishes like a warrior naive.
As nature sings of sorrows marred by happiness.
