Summer,
The warmest of seasons,
Even with the thinnest layer of clothing,
The heat is the bane of my existence.
This is the season of outdoors,
But I find myself locked up in my room
With the air-conditioner blowing at my face.
This heat is the most horrible
Thing invented by nature,
And mankind is making it worse
By pumping greenhouse gases into the air.
Did I say I have an air-conditioner
Blowing at my face?
Actually, it's more than that:
I have the shades down,
I have an open freezer next to me,
I have ice packs taped on my body,
I have ice cream being shoved down my throat,
I even have the house's cooling system activated
Because my personal fan isn't enough.
You'd think it's like winter in my room,
But it's quite the opposite;
It is still flaming hot in my room
While I wish to rid myself of this suffering.
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Natural Cravings
Poetry[Poetry] A peek inside every region of my mind, just for all of you to know who I am where you may find out that we could have many things in common. Who knows? You know the button to press to find out. Circa 2018
