Summer

Cursed contented warmth

that shakles me

heavily anchored

to a blasted lethergy

lay about in pools

of quiet desperation: sinking

thinking: what shall I do?

 

Let waether be climactic

let climate be weathering

let me search for hearty fire

let me search for refridgerator snow

let the wind be at my back

and my feet search for the road.

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I thought this was a nice. I liked the flow as well. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Livenrite]

Great poem. Nice flow. Thanks for sharing:)