Cold Summers

The harsh sun gave me no respite,

My days were gone, my nights went out of spite.

Silence lingered, peace blew far from home,

empty spaces filled up my brain, the void was gone.

Time passed, the sands stuck in the glass,

visions flew by, the images a farce.

The stories forgotten, the lores etched,

the glories recalcitrant, the realities wretched.

And so fleets happiness, only sorrow remains,

sufferings pass by, memories we gain.