Despicable summer

Summer light coming through the blinds,
but I’m waiting for the rain.

I look at the deep spacious blue sky,
but only gray clouds to count.

The grass is green and flowers are blooming,
but rotten plants surround me.

Memories of a violent and fierce ocean,
but no wave is coming to shore.

Parties and festivals are happening around,
but I have no place which to go.

Everybody is rushing through this world,
but there is nobody with me.

I’m happy to be alive,
but sadly I’m death inside.