Lights Out
The light ends the day
When it shuts off
Hot, sticky
Plastered to the bed
Hoping the stillness will bring reprieve
From the umbearable heat
Waiting for air
The night is alive
With those who walk in darkness
The mouth cracks with lack of water
As a dry tongue licks lips
The body must submit
It finds calm in the face of suffering
And sleeps.
Filed under: Honduras Tagged: NoPoWriMo, poetry, reflection, suffering, travel
