Poems of a dear friend

No salvation

There is no salvation,
No 'light at the end of the tunnel',
No escape.

We are condemned to a meaningless existence,
With no purpose, no direction, no substance.
Our sun, our planet but specks in a massive universe,
And that even smaller speck in a sea of universes.

We are even less.
Sacks of flesh, interacting
To no end goal, no final design.
We flail our limbs about to deities of our creation,
Sustaining ourselves on lies and deception,
Seeking a fate better than inanity, where none else exists.

Petty struggles consume us.
We live life by days, weeks,
And the wisest, by years.
But even wise die, and they have no indemnity for their wisdom.
The greatest may be remembered,
But remembrance is meager compensation for a cold grave.