The Autobiography of a Volcano

 

Lava boils inside of me.

Like Haldane described earth,

At the beginning of the creation.

This primitive agony,

Paralyzes my brain

Driving me insane

And I erupt.

I perish the green around me,

I perish the skin around me,

I do not want to

But the magma sets me free.

I wonder,

Is it really freedom?

Vomiting stardust

From the depths one cannot fathom?

I cry rocks that are molten

From earth’s womb,

I release the pain.

You cannot tame me.

Not with your technology.

I shiver and I shake,

I put precious lives at stake,

Pour me a cup of water

I will turn it into vapour.

It will take thousand rainstorms

To fill my hollow lonely crater.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

I have no words.....my voice is in my awe!! Well done!

[Isha C.]

thank you!

[emipoemi]

my pleasure