Summer night crisis
Published in
May 28, 2021
We shed screams,
to endless echoes of defeat.
We pound the pumps of love to our pain receptors,
To only bathe in the lies designed to fry.
Demanding the core peace detonates the misconception of this reality,
making it beautiful to soak in local ambitions.
You cry joy to my anger, while blinding the sub reactor of unity,
destroying the only truth to teamwork.
This could be a summer night crisis or a summer day blues.
What do you choose?
Because honestly,
I just want to enjoy this summer, without feeling like I’m going to lose.
Just for this summer.