A fiery flash.
A blanket of ash.
Only one place to go.
On the sea we now row.
Our friends are all dead.
Our home is destroyed.
Very few of us fled,
being swallowed by the void.
Look back at Pompeii.
The home we once traversed.
Destroyed in one day.
By the gods we are cursed!
What to do now?
Now that everything is lost.
Is life still worth living?
What is the cost?
The grief seems to choke,
the same as the smoke.
Our life was a dream,
from which we awoke.
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Surviving Vesuvius (A Poem)
PoesieThis poem describes what I imagine it would be like to survive the famous eruption of Mount Vesuvius.
