A roasting hell;
the middle east.
A place not fit
for man or beast.
Nothing but sand
that's burning hot;
just try and find
a comfortable spot.
The plants are dead;;
the birds have flown;
and I am stuck
in this horrible zone.
Dantes inferno
is just like this place;
with sand in your ears
and flies in your face.
Your feet are hot
and skin is burned;
just twelve more hours
Im getting concerned.
I must continue
til sun is gone,
and hope for relief
betweeen sunset and dawn.
I'd go to the arctic
and enjoy some cold;
cause this awful place
is sure getting old.
Author notes
It is possible to have to much summer I live and work in the middle east and people here long for winter.......
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- Summer by sheltered.
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Comments
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Not really poetic devise rich and the rhyme seems forced to me but I feel for you. Cold sweats.
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hee hee
wasnt meant to be a good poem, it was meant to be a joke
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wow this is a wonderful and powerful write and really brings out the image in my mind. well done and best of luck
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nice daddy
*sends fan *
i love you
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