fear and doubt
wash over
as I push
through evil
back to the
blackened shores
punching sand
I make haste
to the stalk
the danger
offers no
embracing
on the hill
overhang
I push through
digging up
the stalk to
new safety
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
Twelve
fear and doubt
wash over
as I push
through evil
back to the
blackened shores
punching sand
I make haste
to the stalk
the danger
offers no
embracing
on the hill
overhang
I push through
digging up
the stalk to
new safety