Holding on to their fragile lives
They ran, they stumbled
Etched in stone forever
Hot lava turning cold
Life's warmth sucked away
But not the hope
Still they are there
Standing
Slumped
Resigned
Still Clinging to their fragile lives
Young and Old
Master and Slave
Mother and Child
Father and Son
Pregnant then
Plastered now
Brought back to 'life'
Shatterable Life
Frangible Sculptures
Frozen in time....
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The devastation of the city of Pompeii in Italy due to the eruption of the deadly volcano, Mt Vesuvius in 79 AD, left behind a strange spectacle. Those who see it are filled with an awe, an angst, an unspeakable feeling. I have not visited the place but seen the pictures which stunned me. This poem is my response to the fatal result of that disaster.
Linking to Blog-a-rhythm's Day 3 of #BarAthon Challenge
