Eruption

I’m living in a volcano,

Where the walls tremble and shake

With mighty roars,

And the ground crumbles

Beneath my feet,

And the lava is rising,

The heat is suffocating,

And I can hardly breathe,

My heart is burning

As the flames trap me beneath them,

The ash is choking me

As I inhale it,

Painfully,

I know,

As the lava rises to engulf me,

That the eruption will soon come to claim me.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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