Sierra's Life of Poetry
Dormancy - Poem by Sierra's Life of Poetry
Quietly I sit, waiting for the day,
For the ground to shake and release my wrath.
Quietly I watch, impatience at bay,
To bask in the carnage left by my path.
My anger rumbles beneath the surface,
Roiling, boiling, ready to blow.
I try to understand this life's purpose,
Clutching to the facts I already know.
The years rush by and I start to wonder,
Is the time right for my grand disruption?
Early emission would be my blunder,
Yet I refuse to hold this eruption.
A breathtaking array of ash explodes,
Covering everything in soot and fire,
My top and temper brilliantly showed,
My world consumed by greedy desire.
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