Wants from an Isolated Savage

Me and myself alone

A deserted Island

Stranded like a prisoner

Abandoned like a child

Did God dump me in this sandbox?

Hoping I’d still be here when he came back from work?

 

There’s a certain quiet that accompanies loneliness

There’s a certain savagery that comes with isolation

By myself, with no one around

No one to watch

No one watching

 

I ask for humanity

What do I have if not my humanity?

 

What do I have if alone with my thoughts?

With no one but myself?

 

One is certain to lose their mind in the depths of their own blackness

So

I ask

 

Humanity

The way one might ask for a flashlight or a knife

Humanity

One humanity riddled with sanity and drenched in dignity

One humanity dipped in moral

 

But a different humanity than that of the one that plagues man

A different humanity than what exists today

Uncompromised by societal norms

Simple humanity

 

Humanity that could’ve saved Lost Boys

Humanity that stops one from a certain sin

Humanity that saves me

 

A savage.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world
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