do I yield
to what has
occurred here?
do I stay
because I
deserve it?
or do I
make a change
and find hope?
out from a
corner of
my fade eye
through the smoke
I see green
a stalk out
through all fire
through all bad
I see hope
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
