Feeling hot- Poem

 

The summer heat is unbearable,

heat of hell as we know it,

August always the hottest month,

to some,

but for others,

the hotter the summer,

the colder our winter will be,

the cold foods,

melting in our hand,

the sun bearing down on our skin,

hot,

hot,

HOT

The temperature rises,

it's as if we are a desert,

needing water,

needing cold air,

needing relief,

feeling the burn on our skins,

no tanning for some,

while others,

crisp to a golden brown,

we feel cooked,

is that a mirage I see,

is the sun playing tricks with our mind,

the heat is getting to us,

where,

oh where,

is our relief

with heat this bad,

we need the cold,

to drink,

to breathe,

to feel the relief,

no heat can give us

Don't stare into the suns,

for our brains,

will fry,

like an egg,

on a hot sidewalk,

we need to be spared

find a way,

to beat the heat,

because,

one day,

we'll need to find a way,

to stay warm