inner wounds
to be healed
in due time
like children
they need a
loving hand
someone to
enlighten
to the truth
sometimes I
bring friends to
my grotto
bouncing back
faster than
it vanished
we laugh to
feast to cry
to have fun
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
