Volcano
By Andrew Rueter
You’re a volcano in winter
Made when the Earth splintered
Tectonic plates shifted
And you were gifted
The frigid air outside is subzero
So you become my volcanic hero
When you scorch the cold
With your warmth so bold
I await an eruption
But there’s a disruption
Dormant you remain
With suspicion engrained
But entering your main vent
Was not my main intent
Yet now that I’m in your magma chamber
I can see your anger
You’re made of lava and ash
So you demand drama and cash
And violently explode in a flash
You’ve become my Krakatoa
When I wish I didn’t know ya
Because of your grand magnitude
I question my aptitude
And insecurity ensues
As confidence I lose
I realize I’ve gone too far
When I feel your lava discharge
That pushes me into your crater
The pain I feel couldn’t be greater
When all I see is an ashen cloud
And all I hear is your lashing growl
Inside of your volcano
There is a tornado
As sure as day glow
I feel I must lay low
And dodge the debris
While playing referee
As you’re dissecting me
In your burning sea
That swirls in a cyclone maelstrom
Hell is where it was mailed from
I receive it
Reprieveless
I begin to drown in fire
And wish to retire
You think you’re neat
Yet despite your heat
You’re a cold blooded lizard
But outside there’s a blizzard
So I get used to your volcano
I can’t contain my disdain though