(Through the 2021 Texas Ice Storm I was in an Intro to Geology and College Algebra class and emotionally troubled by the goings on of the disaster, so this poem was an overflow of what I was feeling along with some key word terms I was learning in my classes at the time. Enjoy!)
My hands, my hands they touched a fire.
It was a heart full of pain and empty desire.
A cranberry red seat of emotion that bled out by the pyre.
Like a pyroclastic flow, they flowed.
Where they could go out to, they go’d.
But only walls built by its range became its domain.
Without a place to move.
Trapped and sufferin’.
The Earth cracks open.
And back into the depths we go again.
