That Sunday night feeling.
Heart-constricting.
Stomach-sinking.
Suffocating and drowning
in desperate dread.
Threads of composure unravel
as I remember
the approaching deadline
of that feared word:
school.
Adieu freedom.
Adieu long-stretched sun soaked days,
and lazy leisure.
Adieu summer.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
That Sunday night feeling.
Heart-constricting.
Stomach-sinking.
Suffocating and drowning
in desperate dread.
Threads of composure unravel
as I remember
the approaching deadline
of that feared word:
school.
Adieu freedom.
Adieu long-stretched sun soaked days,
and lazy leisure.
Adieu summer.
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