Summer Depression

July 18, 2008
By Laura Holt, Naples, ME

Summers haze goes on for endless days

She wants to embrace her imperfect ways

She doesn't know which path to choose,

She most certainly does not want to be used

Her fair complexion shines brighter then heaven

Her stomach does a flip when she goes for a dip,

As summer roles along she begins to sing a depressing song.

The author's comments:
Writing comes very naturally to me and it's what I love to do. Writing has carried me through all the bad times. I love to write more then I even love myself. All I want to do is be a writer. This poem is very true because I get depressed in the summer. All of my poetry comes so natural to me, I don't even have to work at it. When I write poetry it just simply comes to me.

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