Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Last Prayer Here

Mount Vesuvius erupts with

Such blast of ash and smoke and fire.

The big one now is fact, not myth.

I fall to my knees to inquire,

Not why does this deed now be done,

Not how can such happen to me,

But why am I a chosen one,

To learn the now for what's to be.

I'm  sad for family and friend,

For strangers whom I've never met,

Who all despair this coming end,

And thank not what is coming yet.

The last of my life in Pompeii.

Thanks Creator. What's next? I pray.