Summer by Richard TrotterAm I so different
that I must shy away
and keep locked inside
things I might say?
And hear happy laughter
when sadness chokes me
hiding supposed hope
in youthful misery.
I recall better days
tainted by evasion
lost by illusion
and empty stagnation.
Time wished away
under wasted summer skies
until with no fanfare
another day dies. 05/10/2000 Posted on 05/10/2006 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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