Needed

Is it not,

the days we look up and ask for

what we want,

the days we beg for the

thing that taunts,

a common ideal we flaunt?

But what if,

all alone, 

the things we want aren't

what we need.

Because,

what we end up wanting,

doesn't give us the seed.

The seed of survival,

of courage,

of life.

You see,

what I would take with me,

is my own sanity.

For the demons come, 

when one is alone, 

eats away, at

what you own.

One is alone and frightened

and stranded,

one is at the end of

what they can manage. 

So, on the sandy beaches,

where life

is but me,

I would not be alone,

for I would take my sanity. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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