Even In Summer Poem by Thompson Emate

What difference does each summer bring? What difference does going through its door offer? Though the fun may seem endless, I'm still the same person searching for answers that take me deeper into the unknown. I'm still the same person saddled with mysteries. In my dreams, something else wants to hold sway. Darkness creeps into my slumber. Even in summer, I go on a gloomy highway. How can I enjoy summer when my job is my thorn and thistle? How can I find warmth in summer's embrace when I'm in a misty room? I delight in summer. I enjoy basking in the sun's full glow. Oh, bring me redemption from the celestial city. Let your elements buoy me across the turbulent sea.