The ILL Of Man

Art by illot illustrations

The more I help, the more I see the sorrow of mans will, dependent and gracious until I end the help.

Can help end cordially?

Nah-they see abandon when hand-outs lessen and learn to feel blessed borrowing scraps from another man’s check.

Is this the ILL of Man? Madness! The force we believe and imitate.

This must be how cults are formed. Happiness treading where sorrow surrounds. Bodies wasting their form. Quenching thirst from spoils poured into the earth.

Is this the illness of man?

The madness called sanity.

This must be how we ignore warnings. Fooling everyday so we are guided wrong. Stepping into early graves chasing waves. Diving head strong into sorrow- thinking it sells and transforms while love traumatizes us to believe we are better alone.