The Eruptions

January 8, 2000

In the lightest of gestures
I see so much meaning;
That I could only hold until,
A fiery blast so consumes me;
a shortness of breath to gasp air,
unfocused eyes and throbbing breast;
deep sojourns and tall peaks,
From a mountain and to a grave;
From the highest I loose myself,
To the deep crevasse I hide
And in this darkness that I bring myself into;
I would not overcome alone,
without my arms around you
Sobbing…Crying…
in my racking tremors and weakening eruptions.




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Amiel Gerald A. Roldan
Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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