The Summer (a ghazal)

I'm drenched in fear
and hold myself like a wounded pup

The grass outside is greener than my envy
I wish I were so confident

pluralized hopes oppress me like the sun
who seems to be shining just to spite me

If I were to take away this longing
would I still be myself?

or just a shallow broken case...
cold as the waters grasp?

--A ghazal is a poem written while the author is both aware of what is happening around them and able to give their thoughts on it directly. It's pretty straightforward---