Of Broken Childhoods and Ice that Melts too Fast

This is so vague but I totally feel this poem, and I love it so much, even if it is the 20th poem I've started with the word "sometimes".

Sometimes

on those long

hot summer nights

when sleep wouldn’t hear my cries

I thought about global warming

and polar ice caps that were melting too fast

and even when I tried not to

I always wondered

if the water

could drown my childhood

so I didn’t have to think about you –

and what you took from me –

anymore.

The End

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