Hell

by Sway - Scorpio

I’m caged in this hellhole.  
Each of these ugly, brown seats 
No longer smell like leather, 
But more the odor of sweat 
That accumulated from hours of lying in the hot sun 
Without air conditioning
And no shades to block the unbearable heat.  
The dry smell and thick air 
Stick to my skin
And cling tighter to me
Than the arms of my three-year-old daughter.  
She stares hungrily at me, 
Searching for answers I know not of

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2002-03-11 19:54:46
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:03
Poem ID: 68247

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