Summer Days, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Summer DaysSummer Night, Inger on the Beach, Edvard Munch (1889)

Summer Days

Like a fish caught in the harrowing net
Trashing and dashing, to no benefit
The more resisting, the weaker I get
Now where I must, unwillingly submit

Only if this path, I did not travel
A different ending, there’d sure to be
But now my life, begins to unravel
Never again, shall I ever be free

Would have been better, if we never met
Your soft warmth and kindness, I never felt
But am I, the true fool, to have regret
Allowing you, my heart to quickly melt

Such is the case, we go separate ways
In sorrow, I’ll recall our summer days