Born To A Volcano Poem by Nick Kler

I am born to a volcano
It's burning red and cold

Enraged like the fiery sun
For no reasons at all

You make it look so authentic now
Spitting colors of gold

I drifted with your lava flow
Underneath the river floor

My heart is made of molten rock
A dead smouldering soul

Don't show me your ragged clothes
I know that you are not poor

This is your world, you brought me here
It is your flesh that I wear

Flowing rivers have crippled me now
I can barely stay afloat

I am born to a volcano
It's dark and so cold

Nick Kler