My Own Private Bit Of Hell

This day is drawing to a close

This hike has been long

The scorched earth continues to beat on me

I’ve finished all my wine,

And almost all the water, too

But as hot as it may be,

That’s part of the draw

A force acting mutually between particles of matter

Which, matter of fact

Also acts to draw them together

And to resist this separation
Is useless at best
For all of this is done out of love
A want,
A need,
And a desire to be here
This tiny spot of hell,
Found so very close to my home,
Fills the airs with heat and dust
And all the love
I could possibly give
© Dicky J Loweman 2015