Summer
Alas, here comes the days,
When the summer brings a haze,
The days I come to dread,
When I cannot go to bed.
All is from its heat,
That I know not how to beat.
I long for winter's chill,
Though I do not know it still.
That summer's here to stay,
And oh god, unbearably I pray,
That the wrath of winter's frost,
Bring summer's demise and loss.
And that things become ice again,
'Cause then, my skin will finally mend.
Copyright © Laura Simm | Year Posted 2018
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