Within Your Chest

         Spirit will ……never vanish.

 The darkest hour…upon the isle's stage.

No, I simply cannot let it be so for me ever.

  On a desolate isle, I refuse to back down.

     Standing before the Lord of Flies.

       A volleyball, a noose, a blade.

           I'll stand with this shape.

                 A beating heart.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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