Tuesday, August 27, 2013

A little poem I wrote about the hot muggy weather.

What once was freedom
has become its own sort of captivity
holding on to me and dragging me down with it
down and down
as my heart beats faster and my lungs fill with the unnecessary water
in the air

the cloudless sky and shiny sun
burn as I bike, walk, jog to the nearest entrance

to the sweet freedom of air conditioning.