Driving Through Hell

Written by: R. e. taylor

Driving Through Hell

Driving south on Interstate 79
The sun is so hot
The temperature is well over 100
The asphalt boils beneath my tires
So many trees on both sides
They trap the cooling breeze for themselves
There’s water on the road far ahead
Glistening in the hot summer sun
It travels as fast as I do
Staying just outside of my reach
It is the only water for miles
Is it real?
Is it my eyes playing tricks on me?
Is it my tired, overheated mind?
Could it be trying to drive me insane?
Or is it God tempting my faith
How could a benevolent god create such torture?
My mouth is so dry
My skin nearly burnt to cinders
I look ahead
Praying for a place to get a clean drink of water
I can’t stop where I am
Swamps line the road on both sides
Brackish water 
A home for frogs, snakes and lizards
Maybe one more mile
Just beyond the hill could lay salvation
A water fountain
A bottle of spring water
Anything to quench my thirst
If only I don’t run out of gas