Summer Is A Cruel Mistress: A Poem

Hey there!

Well I said many things about how I was going to blog consistently, but it turn out that having a full time job was just so much harder than I imagined. I’ve been there two and a half weeks, and I’m beginning to figure out a balance between that and life. It’s a rewarding job, just mentally tiring.

I’m not going to make any promises about regular blogging, but I am going to try. So follow me for semi-regular creative writing, and I’ll try to deliver.

For now, please enjoy this poem I wrote this evening. Leave a comment with your feedback, and let me know how to improve!

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The summer sun sits heavy on my shoulders,

Her scorching rays thickening the air,

Making breathing heavy

Under her fierce glare; my skin

Burns from her touch,

Red blisters rise from her vicious hands,

And stay marked upon my face, peeling;

And yet

I love her company,

And stay outside.

 


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