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Heat

Summer is here
I dread the inevitable
It's like being snowed in by heat
movement slows down
until inertia sets in
The place turns into a ghost town
Time comes to a standstill
Days spent inside
my mind the only sanctuary
I crawl out at sundown
like a vampire
fearing the light
My garden dries up
and so does my inspiration
100 degrees fahrenheit and more to come
Dust blows lonely on the dirt road
howling of better days
I dream of lush forests
and breezy mountain tops
I want to run
but have nowhere to go
High pitch cabin fever
Who would have thought
that summer can be
the darkest time of the year

Written by Angelast1

Published 1st Jul 2018

Author's Note

I live in a small Mexican town and summers here can be deadening. The heat and humidity in the air reach pitch by August. Everything shuts down during the day. I get quite claustrophobic at times, as there isn't much intellectual stimulation or physical activity to keep myself busy with. I have to keep my thoughts from going the wrong direction. I am glad to have found poetry, which is now my companion during the days of inertia.

#anxiety #nature #summer

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Re. Heat

JusTim_

1st Jul 2018 6:18pm

I feel you. We are having a heat wave up here in Chicago but it will only last a few days and I can always go to the Lake which is a mere 70 degrees to cool off. Hope you can find some stimulation here.