Wall

My walls cracked like faults in Earth's core.
Magma flowed from the cracks, destroying what was left of my Pompeii.
A beaten land now open to fertile farming land.
A chance to plant the seeds and care for this love.
Tender and gentle were you and your land grew and produced bountiful acts.
But soon the land was over run with crowd.
The seeds no longer took to the land ad you left.
You did not try to recover your land but merely left it for whatever poor soul happened to stumble upon it.
Now overgrown with weeds the land merely sits.
Unused, unloved.
They've come to re build the wall.
To keep all those who pass by out.
To keep the destruction out of sight.
A brick each day placed upon the heart of the land.
Blocking the views of the innocent.