Summer

Summer

A Poem by Zen

Sweat gathers at my pits and the 
Back of my knees. 
It dries sticky. 

Upon my brow
More sweat beads.
My skin is clammy, 
But I pant.

My room is a makeshift sauna,
Contained. 
The fan sits in front of me, 
My mouth opened like a dog. 
I am Summer's slave. 

© 2014 Zen


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i think we can all relate to this . you almost lost me till the last line. it sums things up nicely and is a nice metaphor. well done.

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Added on June 27, 2014
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