SAVAGE

Doom laden
Light my way
With candle of blackest tallow
And flame of brightest white
I follow my nature
My gravitation
Without question

Godless and lawless
Out of the wild I came
Still wet and trembling
Hairless and bared to all
I lived off the fruit of the land
And open to the sky
As is the way of my kind

What did I know of fences?
Or of lines on a map
All I saw was plenty for all
I knew nothing of money
I knew only being fed and being hungry
So they called me thief
They called me savage

Doom laden
Light my way
With candle dripping tallow
And flame of dimmest red
With hesitation I follow
Stumbling and lost no doubt
Yet still I follow

                              By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[3X3MPLER]

"Light my way
With candle dripping tallow
And flame of dimmest red
With hesitation I follow
Stumbling and lost no doubt" i like this part best.keep up the good work
Yet still I follow

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you very much. I appreciate that :)

[Gray]

I see either an American native or a wolf in this struggling to survive. Or is it just someone down on their luck. Either way I like the writing.

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you very much. The identity of the speaker is deliberately left undefined to allow the reader to interpret in their own way.