• Summer Alone

    This is how my summer goes,
    Sitting alone,
    No one knows,
    It's quiet,
    Nothing moves,
    Nothing breathes,
    Nothing is talking,
    Nothing is around me,
    I sit under a shady tree,
    And write about all I see,
    I am quiet,
    Blending in,
    Now and again,
    The quiet lifts,
    Just to drift,
    Over me, back to its place,
    Like a smothering blanket,
    Ragged and old,
    Why is this summer,
    So warm outside, but feels so cold?
    Today I am alone.

    xScarlet Fiendx