Hope is a thing with feathers

The struggle to survive becomes the struggle to hope,
against all odds,
hope for the world to turn on the head of a man
and revitalize itself.
oh but it is so much easier to drink the poison
and be done with it,
to divide ourselves molecule by molecule into what we cannot do
and numbly grab for the lesser evil,
it is so much easier and leads to death with not a kiss.