The Will to Survive

Wretched bones and tired look
Upon the beaten face
Torn flesh that stubbornly
Keeps old rags in place

Varied shades of grey
Cast upon unblinking brow
Sullen, sunken eyes
Wish to scream, but don’t know how

Achromatic form,
Broken, thrown away
Highlighted by red glimmering
Among the shades of grey

The red, a sign of life
A sign the form is still alive
A sign that points to willingness
And its will to survive