Migration

I was there at the end of the world  
Walked in gardens of delicate brick  
Laid upon mountains that took decades to shift
 
The markets were bountiful  
We had more than you know  
All of life buried  
Then one day I woke  
Again  
 
It was but a fogged memory  
And the wisdom I acquired  
Somehow followed me  
Here  
The sorrow  
The deep pain of losing everything  
Was unexplained  
A child  
Scared of the monsters in her closet  
The words they told her to believe  
 
The sinking in her chest  
The fear when she takes a stand  
The same as it was before  
But there is no knowledge beforehand  
 
But still the hands shake  
And the mind still fights  
What a thing  
To be fighting your previous lives  
 
And I feel a connection  
Like I never have before  
Like I am walking in familiarity  
Another round around this world  
 
This place  
Right now  
The others out there  
I feel even more  
As they go through what I do...  
 
Connecting  
Worrying  
Dreading  
Knowing  
What's to happen  
As they have always known  
 
It's in the sunken eyes  
Its in your poetry  
I feel it and I sense that  
You feel the same as me  
 
The rain of Vesuvius  
Lingers in the air  
The new world to grow  
On the ashes we bear.