I am scared of the summer time,
And those memories of you.
I hate the way your heat affects my senses.
I loathe the way your touch melts my skin.
I thirst in surrounding seasons, desperate to stave away your chaos and carnage.
Yet every drop of lifeblood only hastens your rebirth.
You will always return.
I will always burn.
I am terrified of the summertime,
And those memories of you.
Haunted by unbreakable chains, and cyclic patterns.
Crying out for a reprieve that would never come.
I yearn to be free of fear, to know solace in certainty and safety.
Still I strive and struggle, suffocating, gasping for breath beneath the smouldering ashes of yesteryear.
You will always return.
I will always burn.
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Vixen Verse - An Eclectic Poetry Collection
PoetryThe secret scribblings of a miserable mad woman. "Sometimes I write depressing shit and put it here." WARNING: Do not read if you seek happiness. You will find none.
