Blind Youth


The blind youth stood on the ridge
The flecks of debris smeared
Against his ashen skin
His dark hair is fleeting
From the howling wind that chases
Embers flash in contrast of his black eyes
Contempt for Pompeii's end
A never-ending fuel but
Unfulfilling pursuit for life
His memory of home is now gone
Solitude is all that awaits him

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