Acrostic 33. You’re killing me!

You’re everywhere:
Outside – inside,
Up – down, here – there,
Roasting my mind.
Even nights are full of you.
‘Keep cool’ sounds like a mock:
I’m sick of feeling blue
Living in this endless shock.
Lashing down like a hail
In a poor garden, you make
Nothing green: all’s dusty-grey.
Gosh! I’m like a well-baked cake
Made without any liquid:
Eat it if you aren’t too picky.

 

humanwoman
Oh, how well I understand you, salvation only in cold water. You expressed the mood so well and the structure of a poem is perfect for a well-baked cake :):):)

T A Ramesh
I understand your plight!