poem by: Delaney Wehn
Written on Nov 19, 2017

Perhaps its denial
Or the trial of fate.
Man's constant desire
To push the limit,
To play with fire.
As though sleeping at 
The foot of a giant
Makes them gigantic themselves.
Three million ants
Daring to dwell everyday
In the shadow of danger,
Ignoring Pompeii.
Believing that they are different.
Until they aren't, with a crash.
The seduction of eruption
Sending ashes to ash.


Tags: Abstract, Beat,

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Christopher Russon commented on Nov 19, 2017 at 10:27pm
Well written with depth I wish I could write like your poem. Please keep them coming.
Frank byrne commented on Nov 20, 2017 at 11:06am
They have their heads buried in the sand..(no pun intended..honest..)....they can only live and hope......but it happened once.....good poem Delaney....


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