Instinct

it is an urge to run your feet as fast a you can
or save someone without think about yourself
it's a light that suddenly bright on
or the awakening of hungry animal
it's dulled by comfort and happiness
or sharpen in harsh life and difficult time
some men bury deep, some men follow it
nobody knows where it comes from
maybe it's just electric sensation in our brain
as long as you live, you will decide
to use it wisely or be conquered by yourself

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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