What are you stressed about? by Abree Giacco

A thick smoke clouds the mountain
Birds choke on their air
Brains fog with thoughts on fountain
Finding out who’s there

Out there in the snow fallen soot
Sat still within greying fall
Who would dare to go out on foot?
Only those who dare to call

Who would you be if it all fell?
Diced within the scathing earth
Move on to pass or sit and dwell
Find a place within the booming hearth

All in flames and torn to be to saved
Who will you be when there is no one else to blame