Dead Summer

Posted on August 22, 2012

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Eyes stinging from just waking up
The sun is shining through the window
Time to do what’s in his blood
To push himself before it goes

This summer has been a wash-out
A bit of sun here and there
Just dark clouds hanging hereabouts
The view dark everyday from which he stares

Last year he saw and did many things
Relaxed too much and enjoyed himself
Now it hasn’t brought him anything
As he sits in his own hell

But determined still is he
To escape this inferno he’s in
He just needs a way out to see
That escape route from there, Life’s wastebin

This dead summer has been strange
Full of glory and happy faces
Yet also darkness and pain
Only there of all places

This place of dead summer

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