Pompeii

Every day I feel

More and more 

Like Pompeii. 

Vesuvius is in my chest

Erupting over and over

Covering my insides

Deeper and deeper 

There are memories 

I can't find

They are buried

By the tragedy

The memories,

My true self,

Everything 

Stands in time 

Waiting to be discovered 

My chest squeezes 

My mind races

While Vesuvius keeps erupting 

Refusing to let my memories,

My soul,

Pompeii 

To be found