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take me away
by Morgan D Hafelegive me new england or the northwest
because i'm so sick of this fucking desert
already this sun's burning my skin
and i feel my disease setting in
there's never a cloud floating in the sky
and the air is always impossibly dry
i pray for rain but it never comes
any hint is burnt away by the sun
i find myself praying for just a little cold
and that's a horrible way to grow old
in three years time this will all be in the past
and i swear to god, i'm done looking back. 04/06/2010 Author's Note: just a thought... it's already too hot here and we haven't even hit the hundreds yet...
Posted on 04/06/2010
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 04/07/10 at 05:16 AM Yessss! (And I was just thinking about how I need to visit the Southwest... Ha!) |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/07/10 at 01:36 PM Great, great use of voice here. It just digs right in. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/26/10 at 02:23 PM Your oath in that last line is a good example to many of us who have the unfortunate tendency of replaying the past. I hear the angst in this piece and know the condition well, having lived in Texas most of my life. |
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