Hello, Rheghme! maybe I could help you, If you want you can send me message through inbox about your poem! Looking forward to help you ^_^

The smoke in the sky sizzles and chips,not even the lucky got away in their sinking ships. In America there were more pressing matters than "the british are coming, the "british are coming".Instead it was the darkness is coming, the darkness is coming. Years without warmth, without enough food, The only sights to be caught were the brilliantly hazy sunsets that backed up to the mad night black sky. Drought, famine, hunger, cold, death..... and also "In Indonesia, the sea rose higher than it had been before and completely spoiled the small plots of rice, sweeping away houses and everything in its reach.

Maybe you can share the poem and let's see if I can help you with that. :)