Hell is known to be the home of bad souls
Where sinful people come to die again
A place down below in the earth beyond reach;
But what if it was a planet, the island with a volcano,
Something a history book should teach?
What if it wasn't a place,
what if it's just the sight of your loved one perishing?
What if it's the house in front of your yard? ;
What if you don't have to die to witness it?
What if the lands we're standing on are on fire,
And the atmosphere is an arm wrapped around that makes sure nothing will be safe and sound?
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Poems From Puerto Verde
PoetryDuring this pandemic, we find more time removing each layer of our identity. The deeper we look out our windows, more stars appear. Our hair grows longer and longer. Everyday is spent like a time loop. As Milan Kundera says in "The Unbearable Lightn...
