Poem Submission by Bless Mycho Jamil

[Mychology]

This poem is unpublished. Thank you. 

This poem is in reference to the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius, as described by Pliny [the Younger].

Fiery Clouds

Is it dawn?

Or is it dusk?

The skies are blooming with

Spectrums of red and tangerine 

It rains jet-black snow

And it feels arrantly torrid—

Summer must be at its peak;

I've become oblivious to the silence

That reverberate deep within

My feet tremble beyond my control

Yet not a moment did I ever dread;

As crowds ran to the path I've forsaken,

Clouds of storm tower our heads

My thoughts are as viscous

As the blazing embers of death,

My somber and peripatetic eyes—

Hoping for a glimpse of them 

Where are you in my despair?

I seem to have lost them all

Under the crimson skies.