Eruption Poem by Bill Kamen

She suddenly explodes and I can feel the heat
of her glowing rage on my body.
I flee from her wrath as darkness reveals itself,
like a prisoner escaping into the night.

Now that night is the day,
shock fades into sorrow,
like the sudden death of a loved one.


What once was paradise, now lost,
as she unleashed a toxic poison on the surface
and greater perils below the surface,
as the tainted seaweed cried out in despair.

The images of a barren beach where families once played,
now home to seabirds covered in black,
and their wings thrashing upon the sand,
fueling my perception of loneliness and loss.

The door of hope is always open,
However, deception and secrets made me a traitor to all.
My fears and beliefs will
test the reality of a recovery.

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