Is it me or this world has become too obscure that now I don't see the light?
Obscure or not the light can always be found even in the darkest corners of life.
Is it me or this place is too eerie to feel safe in the vast openness?
World expanses are too vast there is a safe haven for those with pure hearts.
Is it me or this is too tumultuous that is becoming hastily hollow?
What is hollow now it was full once and there's always a turning back.
Is it me or Earth has bled far too much that now there's no more to drench?
As sad as it sounds some wars are inevitable as long men keeps feeding their need for power.
Is it me or this soil has become massively infertile thus it cannot feed is own kind?
Earth is a live entity like you and me, She must defend somehow.
Is it me or the crying no longer unruffled the heartache?
If you find the truest light your cry will ease the pain.
Is it me or the sorrow has succumb everything?
In times of sorrow one must know one and how to find rejoice even in the smallest thin
Is it me or men errors has erase hope from the world?
That is the last thing someone most loose . . . fight for it until the end.
Is it me or there's not bright light at the end?
Every path has twist and turns, ups and downs, somewhere at its depths there is replanted for those who seek.
-Yesenia Perez
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The Dwellers Post Issue No 3
PoetryThe time between winter and spring, humanity lost in sorrows, -spirits surviving. The drought of rage is now up to us. The Dwellers Post edition includes works of different genres, illustrated narratives in fiction, creative nonfiction, short storie...
