Reasons

Why do I exist?

For what reason do I persist?

I am meaningless.

I am worthless.

Three wooden crosses.

All for men’s losses.

Man is a plague.

Nothing to save.

Death isn’t the end.

Just a very old friend.

Nothing ends in something.

The dark knows all and isn’t telling.

Until that day.

I do what I may.

Death you are here.

Let me claim my share.