Smoky Last Days

A poem of a dig on a cult, and how it looks outside!

Smoky Last Days

As we enter the last of the last,

undoubtedly the last of the

final part of the last days

I rise to another dreary, gloomy day

reaching back to what happened

during the final days of Pompeii

Yet knowing this is a temporary

time in my life, during the

month of August in 2020

I'm hoping for the next one

to bring cooler, clearer days

with bright blue skies

Not what I see now with

smoky haze settling in

to surround the city

Still thankful to be alive

knowing it's not the final part

of the last days of my world!