032. I Sit By The Worn Crater's Edge Poem by Jaden Knight

I sit by the worn crater's edge
making notes on the volcano
the lava bubbles up
belching smoke

I move to the edge
to take a close up picture
tripping over jagged rock
I fall into the boiling lava

I scream as my protective suit smolders
and then begins to burn
my clothes turn to ash
I can't get to safety
the sides are too steep

The world may think that I have gone
well in a way they're wrong
although I may be dead to you
in other's thoughts I'll still be living