The volcanic eruption shook the ground,
shattered windows and disturbed our morning.
Had we not left, our bodies would be found,
Us townspeople were given no warning.
I left behind everything I once knew,
this little neighborhood; it's where I grew.
People fleeing their homes; it's a mad dash
as pieces fall from the sky; molten ash.
Everything's gray but there's shine up ahead,
a single fence piece of hope; no one's dead.
Author notes
There's supposed to be a picture there as well but I don't think I'm privileged enough to have one... lol so here's the link..
http://petitecommuniste.deviantart.com/art/As-you-leave-102985052
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