Man is no social animal.
It is a myth perpetuated
By the weak among Men.
Man was made to be lonely.
Alone in wombs and graves;
And the most solitary
In the years between.
Society is a farce.
Like the shadow that
Surfaces only when everything’s
Bright and sunny.
We are all lone wolves.
Truly alone, and
Infinitely vulnerable.
In a world of glowering tungsten
The lone, broken bulb
Couldn’t remember
Who broke it…
Everything was a brightness
A sheen so pervasive
Hiding crimes
And fails
With twinkles
Not even shadows
Could be dark here
And the broken bulb stood
Useless; faceless,
Like riches among the
Fortunate
I still walk alone
But now there’s a shadow
Beside mine
I think it’s you, but
There’s no need to
Turn around
I’ve reached a cliff
With a final decision
To make:
To take a step forward
And feel the air
Compress my existence
Or,
To sit down at
The very edge and see
The world for both
Of us;
Live my life knowing
Your shadow
Is a delusional burden
I carry willingly
