Volcano In Iceland
An eruption burst suddenly in Iceland.
Billowing smoke lingers in the air.
Chaos has now increased on the earth,
Destroying the paths before us.
Everywhere, there is dust and ash.
Flaming, hot, lava bubbles constantly,
Gasping for new openings.
Heavy breathing and clogged pores now
Interrupt our daily flight patterns.
Jesters of nature playing their tricks,
Killing our spontaneity.
Lonely travelers wait for announcements.
Mountains of luggage pile up on runways,
Not knowing if they will ever arrive.
Obsidion shards fly through the sky, falling on
Plants suffocating under the pressure.
Quickly, we search for answers, wanting solutions, but
Rescued only by mother nature when she is ready.
Sensations of loss and captivity hold us ransom.
Trusting no one to tell us the truth, we
Understand very little.
Volumous, smelly, clouds engulf us.
Willful displays only frustrate our existence.
Xenophobic fears dissipate as we are all affected.
Yesterday, we knew what time it was, and today, this
Zenith in the sky has cancelled all our plans.
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