In the Summer Sun

The anger has subsided, at last,
think nothing of horrendous past,
betrayals and laughing lies
festering in the summer sun.

the brightness is a blindness, too,
retracting everything we knew,
facts flying forth and bias blooms,
unfolding in the summer sun.

A balance is struck within the fight
and everyone decides to their own right
and holds their own, for if they don't,
they will fade into the summer sun.

There is no right,
there is no wrong,
no difference between
the screams and songs,
as I sit here, in the summer sun,
waiting for a sign, unhung,
that everything,
the way it is,
is how it is supposed to be.