The boredom
That always comes with
Heat and holidays
Led me to wandering the
Local area, a place I’d never
Properly explored,
Always opting to look
Elsewhere
For entertainment.
My friends lived
Too far away
To walk
And public transport
Here is quite frankly
Shit and not worth
The effort.
My parents were working
All summer long,
Which left me alone
In a big, old house
For two whole months.
My suburb lay
In a basin surrounded
By hills and rolling
Constant dips
And falls that
Rarely came to plateaus
And always made
Any form of exercise
Difficult.
My legs pumped
Up hill after hill
Almost every day,
Leading me to places
I’d never known existed.
A gully ran through the
Centre of one hill,
Filled with greenery
The sunlight
Filtered through in
Shafts
Creating a cool
Atmosphere and
The sensation of swimming
Through the air.
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The Loving Dead
PoetryVerse novel. It was a long summer, until she discovered the grave. The boy buried 6ft under. The love of her life. She didn't know what drew her to that grave stone to begin with. Before meeting that boy she was sheltered, never really focusing on...
