the liquid
it bubbles underground
molten rocks
and boiling fluid, builds up inside
it starts to gurgle
and burp
and spurt
and pop
it's just waiting to erupt
the flames
you can feel them
they're trying to hold back
but they just can't.
they can't.
it's too late
the lava rises
it blows plumes of black
ashes into the air
it intoxicated everyone around it
then it over flows
vrrooom! booomm! splat!
it call pours it
sometimes slowly but surely
sometimes quickly and done with
but in the end of it all
it settles
a black tar ladened the ground
it is hard as stone
yet so easily torn
it is my anger
the lava within.
YOU ARE READING
spacey
Poetry"looking up, i see space. space is where i wander" -- most of these poems are based off of my feelings. some off of people. some just random. mostly free verse, haiku, or quatrain. ©Silver the Hedgehog
