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The Volcano (poem)

Poetry By: Jiae

The deep primal rage

Submitted:Nov 13, 2011    Reads: 18    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

An isolated volcano, surrounded by sea
Calming and forth coming with inner peace
No tremor, no ignite, settled in his ways
Not as old as Mother, but born on a day
The fire arose from her womb
His body is his angers tomb
Until one day, dark and heavy sound
A storm raged the seas all around
The heat starts to boil under his skin
Igniting flames buried deep within
The fires reaching out to fight the clouds
Soaking and drowning the clean air about
A force unstoppable by no means but
The touch of a passion, just a gentle touch
Can the ocean kiss this gaping wound better
And remember that nothing else matters
Reclaim his reckoning, his lasting beat
His rage is everything to heart to see
Infuriating shakes, tremble the the life
Cutting through the bed like butter for a knife


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