Lost In A Desert Of Summer Daze Poem by Reginald Reid

SUMMER DAZE

Alone, half dazed by relentless summer heat.
Staggering, blistered sore hot feet.
Parched mouth, cheeks and tongue, dry and stuck.
Lips peeled and cracked, so low on luck.

Body hot, rag clothes abrade blistered crusty skin.
Dry wiry hair falls silently down upon body thin.
Breathless lungs cry out for rest panting in parched hollow chest.
Shoulders slumped with spinal curve declare need for relief and rest.

Head pounding louder with each hesitant heartbeat.
Spirits offer death and surrender entreat.
Hope survives another hour.
How the mighty lose their power.

Forward and straining is the hopeful gaze.
Images play tricks emerging from haze,
A dream of a favourite chair,
Voices that speak when no one's there.

No movement in the air around.
Heat rises from within the ground.
With every step knees bend so much more.
Lurching forward to Satan's door.

As if to take a restful sleep
The body sags in crumpled heap.
Then draws the earth close as if it's a shawl,
And plans to continue in a baby's crawl.

While eyelids close and sleep assumes
The mind's past, rest resumes.
The lungs now rest too so it seems,
Surrendered to the ancient's dreams