The sun beats down on me

With my bare-feet
As I walk that lonely street
The sun beats down on me
my skin burns from the heat.
And I am sinking in my own sweat
every footstep is a consious effort
my heart is heavy,eyes wet
The gravity looks to be harsh on me
but no turning back now,can't revert.
So as I look for some shade
I am walking into the woods
so that sunshine can fade
and these trees can form my hoods.
And the forests are getting
darker and deeper
Cause with every footstep,I can hear louder,
the songs of the peeper.
But no proper shade found yet
cause even a ray beats me
so I can only wait for sunset..
I am feeling those winds too
from the depth of the woods
they pierce my chest
still miles of walk left
before I find some place to rest..

Reviews

[Manpreet]

Nice poem!

[G!o]

Well written. The simplicity of poetry....

[MOON]

Finding shade and rest from the heat. Well penned

[quinfinn]

walking in the woods, so many ideas can that conjur, and you have chosen the first person singular to wit "before i find some place to rest" it reminds me of another writer from the past who wrote "for i have promises to keep and miles to go before i sleep" nicely done

[Balkaran Sidhu]

Robert frost!!! one of my fav poets