Burning heat
Skin dry and cracking
Clinging with sweat and exhaustion
An itch that just cannot be scratched
Only to increase tenfold
Put the misery in bold

Warm faces to greet
Blistered and well worn
Move along before they change
Easily irritated in the scorching sun

Passing along a busy street
A sea of unknown madness
Perhaps joy, perhaps woe
None shall surely know

A cacophony of voices and feet
Thundering and shrieking out
Like drums and warped winds
The orchestra of the apocalypse

To fade into a coffee shop seat
Settle into a greatly soothing chair
Rest the ever aching arches
Shelter the running mind

Drown it out with a playlist on repeat
Disappear from what remains
Of the world gone mad
Ease the daily pains

- Jay M
June 21st, 2021