Posted by: Devin | September 14, 2016

Forgotten Playground 

The seesaw goes up 

then comes down

Crashing harshly 

upon the muddy ground 

What use for playtime 

What for laughter 

The up and then down 

The high and then the low 

A ransacked playground 

Always empty 

No laughter exists 

Not here anymore 

Just empty, painful 

Decomposing joy 

A temporary thing to delight 

Like candy going stale

As the flowers wither 

Stronghold crumbles 

Forgotten, ugly steel 


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