minute 11

All alone. Here I am.
This is the path. The endless path.
This is life. The endless life.
It leaves you alone. Deserted.
It takes away.  The one you love.
Darkness. Sadness.
Faces.  All gone.
Everyone stops.
I continue.
What good amid these?
O me. O life.

Yasmin Sarwar

That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
-Walt Whitman ( Leaves of Grass 1892: O Me! O Life!)