London Poem: Day 243

17 April

Our land is wrapped in ash,
Leaving us stranded, and
Looking for a way out –
Yet, with no where to go.
Without a sound, eyes
Look to the sky,
No life and no signs
To suggest anything more.
The sky is calm, and so
Are you – trapped in solace,
And how will it end?
The sky will clear, and
It will fill up as
Soon as possible.

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