clearly, I am emo, having written this

[bluecastle]

Did I wait until I was 44 to write bad teenage emo poetry? Ah well, so be it.

Summer Sadness

Just after 10 the snapping and crackling began
As I lay slumbering on the sofa.
So up I got, and put on some shoes
And out to the end of my driveway I went.
In the dark
Lit only by the sparkle of fireworks in the distance
I tried,
But found myself
Unable to truly enjoy
This small town rite
Of light and magic.