The Human Persona Poem by Christopher Cariad

The blood pulsing through my veins
Reminds me of the human persona.
The pain and destruction
that can be bestowed
upon such a fragile being,
reminds me that the hardest
part of life is living.
So easy it would be to just
Destroy this feeble body,
but I live on
for purposes unknown to me.
Maybe this pain, is a tunnel of light,
just waiting for the realization
of its true path.
Or is this a purpose of chaos?
Filled within this life of little hope.
What if the easy way out was the answer
I will probably never know.