What We Must Do

“Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy." 
- Albert Camus

My body, this shell
a vehicle aging
whatever I am inside
knowing well the truth

Today I felt it
a heavy blanket 
smothering the flame
The burden of humanity
on this everlasting soul
From my own eyes
through gaping holes
I escaped for a moment –
Witnessed the disgusting
sight of my gifted mass

A quiet fleeing, perhaps?
A reemergence in something new?

Pity, however, stayed me
and my lips pressed softly
on the warm cheek of love
who goes beside me
on this walk called life
because she knows
it’s what we must do