Labor Pains
Mud is my sunscreen as the dust mingles with the sweat to form a bond that encases my shell.
I move beneath the fiery sun as my skin bakes to a golden brown.
Sweat beads on my forehead and drips from my brow like raindrops from the rooftops.
The air is thick with the heat.
Motions are slow and deliberate.
Every breath is as though it is drawn from the depths of Hell.
Oh for the shade of just one leaf.
A branch.
A tree.
A tree where I can be set free to feel a breeze.
To feel at ease.
I'd settle for just one of these.
I raise my eyes to cloudless skies
And wonder why I choose sunrise
To start my day and journey through
A heat index of one o two
Rockman :-)
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