Krakatoa In The Mist Poem by Suzanne Andersson

Like that rumbling giant of old
So is pain that cannot be told
Like the boiling lava flows
How suddenly the pain unfolds
To captivate the body
Without mercy in its throes
So the pain that numbs the senses
Comes with no recompenses
It overtakes all other thoughts and …
As it jolts and rises and it climbs
Like a mountain side within the mists
And draws you into the heaving abyss
As it twists and twirls the body out
Lets you tumble to the ground
In unholy jumbled mess
Of limbs and flesh all crumpled under
As the volcanic ashes fly into the sky
Like atomic mushrooms on the fly
How uneasy to be thus
When nothing seems to quell the beast
As it hurtles to and fro
Like jelly in a bowl
Upon a cascading waterfall
That rumbles into life from far away
And takes all with it on its way
To meet the rushing white water
As it gushes through the cliffs
Giving no quarter to its foes
So it is with Krakatoa in the mist
That giant of old as it erupted and then
Exploded into tiny little bits
So the pain shatters body and soul
Takes you under its harshest rule
Leaves no survivors in its wake
Oblivion is the only easy choice to take
So as Krakatoa fades into the mist
There is some relief to be gained form this
Though fleeting at its best
Any safety foundered in a storm
Is welcomed as it passes form gale
To gentle breeze and slowly
As it builds up to the eruption anon
My body shudders like Krakatoa in the mist!