An Isolated Existence
A poem about being alone

What if we were born alone in a room, And lived alone all the way? No exposure to others, as far as we know, We’re the only person to grace the day.
Would we ever develop emotions? Would we even know how to feel? In a room without other people, Would the world truly be real?
To think that goodness is innate, Implies that evil is, somewhere, acquired. Do we receive it from those around us? Or is it deep within us and hardwired?
If we existed on our own in this world, With no other human beings in sight, Would we become good people? Would we know and do what’s right?
“All of us were made from nature,” We’re all fragments of the Earth. But it’s how we live amongst others, That’s what defines our worth.






