Once , summer was
told to be vibrant, colourful
full of laughter and giggles
a joyful memory

Birds flying and their
symphony echoing
through out the world,
butterfly's fluttering and dancing
with the wind ,
a small droplet of a rain
here and there .

summer vacation, where
children play to their
hearts content.
But now all I hear is silence

there was no children in sight
there were no symphony of
happiness there
was only a cry for help

Now, in the morning I wake up
to the blazing sun
not the gentle wind, caressing
me through my windows

Now, the same summer
I looked forward to
was the one I hate the most
why ? maybe the reason is myself .


© iz~k