Salty sweat gets into them
My eyeballs cry
They aren’t enjoying this game
Howsoever they try.
It’s so mean
I mean the heat
Outside and within
It burns like ****.
The sky bears no blue
And it has no clue
When rain will come
The cloud-pressed balm
To turn this hell’s hearth
Once more a soothing earth!
With my thoughts a seething mess
My mind in clumsy distress
I’ve no way but to hold on
My breath in the boiling cauldron!