Summer Child

When the sun goes down
Everything seems scarier,
Never am I more terrified
Of the world, it seems
A million times more
Dangerous, the little spark
Of fear that resides in
My heart becomes a flame,
That with each passing
Minute consumes my entire being.

That’s why the sunset
Is my curfew, why I’m
A child of summer.
For the winter is so very
Long and dark…full of risks.

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