Summer is my favorite time, or
So I tend to say, but
Lately it’s been way too stuffy, both
Outside and within.

I wish I was
Still a flower in bloom,
Bright and beautiful
And beaming,
But in lieu of joy
And away from glee
I know

I

Am

Slowly

Fading.

I try to breath
And try to be
Always
Happy and content,
But the heavy sun
Beams down on me, forever
Surrounding me,
Until I have wilted
From the pressure
And the heat.