The Fall of Pompeii

The sky fills with a cloud of dust

And I can’t breathe.

My mother’s telling me to run.

Run, run, run!

People shout in the streets.                           

The faster we run the quicker we’ll get away

But the air is little.

There are heavy coughs.

You inhale the ash,

you exhale the ash.

A beautiful August day

turned wrong.

There’s ash falling

from the sky like snow.

It’s weighing me down.

I hear people coughing and

falling to the ground.

Brushing the ash off,

I try to keep running.

I stumble, I fall

But I get back up.

People are mumbling prayers

but it’s too late for us now

I fall for the final time

before I’m covered with the ash

With a final cough, I lose all air that I had left