A Poem "Dry Heat"

I don't know how to do this alone and I don't get the help that is offered
I fear the drunken brick; it is looming, subtly, offering its false comfort. Seductively pulling at my mind Loneliness is its tool and when you are alone this is extremely effective. The weight of it is heavier than lead. Thoughts so reasonable, "it couldn't possibly feel worse".
Food at last, I thought of her as I ate remembering the day in the city. Things were off even then.
The brick was very subtle then, I had actually believed it was gone. Turned out it was only on vacation.
OHHHH this brick will it be a cornerstone or a tombstone?
Who can say? It sure is warm today.
Yeah but it's a dry heat.
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