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The singing of the ravens catch my eye in the dead of night,
the whispering of pines reveal the lingering of my loneliness.
No other human can be seen, with two sticks a fire I ignite,
I scratch my hands, as dusk settle in this tropical wilderness.
I’ve been abandoned and only nature can save me now,
only water and plants with herbs to keep me alive.
I must learn to survive with no supplies someway, somehow,
and in order to save myself I must work hard and strive.
The rustling of fear runs through my cold veins,
the nearness of savages that could take me for food
brings a distant memory back that could only remain,
so I sit and try to think of things but all I can do is brood.
I stumble upon a lost wolf, for he shall be my companion, 
together we will search for food and water in the dark.
All of a sudden in the distance I see the shelter of a canyon, 
and my wolf howls sounding like my old dogs’ bark.
We arrive and see a reverie of water running up to our feet,
I have been thirsting for a quench since the day I arrived.
For if it wasn’t for the plane crash I wouldn’t have to defeat,
this hardship and struggle just to try to feverishly survive. 
As I sit in comfort I see a coconut on the emerald grass,
I run and tear it open as quickly as I possibly could.
I see pineapples and many trees of lingering sassafras,
oh, surviving on a tropical island, I never thought I could.
Beneath the rocky mount, I see a dead long lost deer.
She seemed so cold but my hunger couldn’t resist,
even though my veins were surrounded by fear,
my hunger didn’t care and we had ourselves a feast.
I cook the meat by the fire and I sit in complete nourishment,
my wolf eats the scraps raw and I swear I see him smile.
Now I must travel on with positivity and encouragement,
for giving up and waiting to die is just not my style.
Now I am one with nature and have a friend to call my own, 
but I feel a sense of longing for my family and friends.
This wilderness and savaging makes me miss my home,
and so I keep walking on and that is how my journey ends. 



Tropical Island
February 5, 2017
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