The Last Summer

The last summer is what I would call it

Only because it cursed me with the thought of change

And that scares me too death

Kinda like being at a crossroad and not knowing where to go

And going one way and thinking about the other

 

What I'm referring to is the summer before my senior year

Exchanging fun in the sun for days indoors

Looking at colleges and scrolling through scholarships

But that does nothing to ease my psyche

I don't think anything will

 

Some nights I lay awake with plaguing thoughts

Wondering if I had lived enough or not at all

Will life after highschool break me or make me

But all I can do is plan for the worst and pray for the best

And while I await God's inevitable laughter

I will sit with my fading youth and ever-lasting stress for what's coming next

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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