Eruption

  

A live volcano lives within 

Though quiet now…

it grumbles, whispers.

But magma churns,

entrails burn

beneath the thin and fragile crust;

 fear of its tortured eruption.

There is no peace here,

just brittle restraints;

nothing can stop the rolling, fluid fire

it will burst free.

Then I will disappear,

avoid the raging, savage beast

that is quite content

in killing me.

But it is clear

for both my eyes to see

 I must fly away

feel the gentle fragrant winds

that sing and shout-

they scream,

escape and solemn mean distaste

for all remains so ordinary.

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Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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