Alexandria

17

Summer, Summer, here then gone.
Days are short, nights are long.
Away from school,
Imprisoned instead
With the ennuied thoughts
Inside my head.

“Summers are fun, enjoy these times.
You won’t be able, when you’re thirty-nine.”
Mother, mother, I hear your call.
But, no, no, I want the Fall.
With leaves of orange, brown, and red.
And away from my family,
the hiding, the dread.

With family oppression,
And bigoted views,
No one would wish,
To be in my shoes.

Summers are lonely
And increasingly sad,
Friends are off traveling,
Oh, I might end up mad.

No summer romance,
I’m always confined,
Never leaving the house,
Never leaving my mind.

Oh, my dear summer,
I have always loathed thee!
Bring back my school,
And a cool autumn breeze!

Many love you,
I know that they do.
But from the lonely and bored
teenage recluse.

Please do leave,
and give me my friends.
For I only do love you,
when summer ends.