the sun goes down on summer

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By thesexygreenmnm

I come to the water one last time as the sun goes down on summer. It's going; I can feel it slip away, and it leaves a cold and empty spot- a hole in my warm memories of endless golden days and dreams as ripe as watermelons. I'd give the world to make the summer stay. The water is calm around me. It's a warm, silent sea of thought dyed in the rich blues of night and memory. Why can't things just stay the way they are? Instead, the days rush headlong into change and I feel like nothing's ever going to be the same. Soon school will start again. And all the things I thought I'd left behind will come back, and it won't be gentle water I'll be swimming in-- It'll be noise and people and schedules and passes and teachers telling everyone what to do. One more year of homework, tests, and grades Of daily popularity contests and pressure-cooker competition and heaps of frustration. The first day is the worst. Not knowing who your friends are of what's changed since last year. Trying to pick it up where you left off. I'll look real hard for a least-year's friend to go with me from one scrambled class to another through halls crawling with people. I wonder if i'll fit in. Here's what i dread most: when summer goes, I go with it. I go back to school and I change as soon as I walk through those doors. I have to be someone everyone will like- that's a law of survival. What would happen if I just stayed the real me? Would they turn away? Label me "weird"? Would i ever get another date? It seems like so much to risk but growing is a risk. Change is a risk. Who knows, I might discover something of myself in the coming year. I might get closer to the person I really am. When the doors open on Monday morning I'll have a fresh start a fresh opportunity to find myself. I want to be ready.

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March 8, 2005 02:36queen of melodrama

I love this...

August 28, 2006 22:02.:side:walk:.

cool poem

March 2, 2009 19:58xXWhatxAxBeautifulxLieXx

i realie like. nice flow too.

April 26, 2009 04:31marsha

change always happens no matter what we do, loved this poem