Dangerous Summer

A small example of how I want to get away from this place

I'm surrounded by fear

A dark cloud drawing near

When it rains, it pours as they say

My sorrow just won't go away when I'm here

A dangerous summer this year

burning bridges and gaining peers

I'm lighting the match with every tear

Throwing the flame with the choice I make

Backpack straps around my arms

I'm running and running

I don't get too far

Lies burying my soul

I can't take much more

just let me go

My wings are clipped

I can't bear to fly

see what's left of me

When I'm thrown here to die

I've found my place where I belong

It wont be long before you hear my song

You're not too strong so stay away

From this mending heart I call my own

Author's Note

Ignore Grammar, I didn't edit much yet

Reviews

[Bliss.x]

Wow every word touched me this is how I feel. Brilliant piece of work

[Kaylee]

Thank you so much!

[Stefanie Holmes]

Going out in the world and fending for yourself can be a daunting task. You captured the mystery and fear very well in this piece. I really enjoyed the read!

~Stefanie

[Kaylee]

Thank you!

[Justin]

so mysterious this is beautiful

[Kaylee]

Thank you!

[Leo M. Zeac]

I enjoyed this poem, and the elements within appear intriguing and mysterious throughout the entire piece. I really get that sense of summer from stanzas one and two, especially in stanza one because the details described seem like typical summer thoughts and actions of a teenager. The transition to the darker elements in the poem is a bit abrupt though. I'm sure an extra stanza or line could remedy that, and you seem like the type of writer with enough creativity to easily do such a thing. Once again, awesome job at creating another cool poem!

[Kaylee]

Thank you! I'm so glad you took the time to read and enjoy my writing!

[Lucid Dreamer]

I really liked this poem and the picture it painted. Great job!

[Kaylee]

Thank you! I'm glad you could catch on!

[Lucid Dreamer]

you're welcome.

[Ian Gilmour]

The use of the protagonist getting smothered by tangibles is both appropriate to the story line and also executed well. There is a lot of subtlety in this which both strengthens what you're trying to get at and the imagery. "Backpack straps around my arms" "lies burying my soul" "my wings are clipped" these 3 lines do an outstanding job of indicating just how helpless we can become when we're broken and vulnerable. We feel "strapped" "buried" and "clipped." Well done!

[Kaylee]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed!

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Fantastic! Such a marvelous piece of work and you all through it.........wonderful and exceptional to read my fried!

[Kaylee]

Thank you so very much!