Thrown Away Poem by Matthew Crosten

Minds crumble like paper.

Souls fall like the very ground beneath us.

Hearts tear like the very sleeves off of our arms.

With nothing left to show but skin and bone..

That’s what we are when it comes down to it. Skin and bones. How can such an image distinguish such a thing as the human mind? Or the human heart.
Self image runs for miles. Yet someone's image from a different perspective or view, only runs skin deep... Yet paper can cut through skin just as easy as it is to take a piece of loose-leaf and ball it up and throw it away. Because when such a fragile thing like the human mind gets thrown away so easily, it makes you question the mere reason for the existence for us humans. The end of the world will come. After with that said, what is the use for the love of a human. When their will be no existence of such a thing. Did God intentionally place us here to experience the supposedly most valuable thing in the world, to just let it end on the stop of a dime? Is this supposed to be one of his life lessons? Love yourself for who you are. Yet what if who you are is because of another single soul. A single living, breathing soul. Their are so many single beating hearts out there, that if a few get torn, it won’t matter. Because exactly. Their are millions of them. Yet with so many hearts is it possible for one heart body, mind and soul to belong with one single other independent human? I'd rather take the trash out and fill it again before I find this out.