in the forest
I search for
my being
to frolic
for the fun
without guilt
without fear
in finding
happiness
when dark clouds
show up soon
consuming
killing fun
seeking but
merciless
attack and
to ravage
I stand firm
YOU ARE READING
The Isle
Poetrywhat is a man to do when his secret haven is ravaged by a true force of nature?. Based on the tribe form of poetry
