Poetry

Society by Zachary Strickland

I’ve been born in an age where as a child we learn about the circle of life. Yet as a young boy, I never understood its significance until much later. However, I did question where humans were and why. Our technological advancements have created a gap in the animal kingdom that is not easily mended. For humans are still animals, whether that be an accepted term or not. Growing up in a house that had heat during the winter so that we could pretend that it’s only cold outside. Not seeing that by doing so we’ve begun a new age of comfort. Not seeing that with such physical comfort, we as a people have become psychologically weak. Believing ourselves to possess all the time in the world and not keeping track of the nights that we spend alone. It’s when one is alone that the truest sense of oneself appears. Referring to a time when solitude wasn’t feared, because we’d fear other people much more. Yet society continues to grow at an exponential rate creating someone for everyone. And when left alone their own darkness swallows them whole, causing a trickle effect to drugs or even suicide. However, there are also the loners who are familiar with both and respect both yet understand neither, knowing that they’d get lost if they stop dancing on the edge.