Summer by Richard Trotter Am 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 Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)