first come birds
then the fish
then the bats
hope returns
when I thought
it left me
all changes
to look on
look forward
I feared home
what was good
turned to rust
fear clouded
my world in
thicker dusts
but when the
dust settles,
good returns
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
Fifteen
first come birds
then the fish
then the bats
hope returns
when I thought
it left me
all changes
to look on
look forward
I feared home
what was good
turned to rust
fear clouded
my world in
thicker dusts
but when the
dust settles,
good returns