Friday, September 23, 2011

Lost Childhood

Standing in the park alone
Shadows start to surround me
Leaves rustle as the cold wind blows
My soul shivers silently

The swings creak and the trees sway

My breath turns to smoke, I am frozen still 
The cold hand of the wind touches my cheek
I see a fox, a hunter, ready to kill
Dark memories come creeping back
How was it that you could have left me?
Rain falls heavily; I remember getting wet
The deep puddles lay like a dead sea 

No one here to catch my fallen tears,
I was left all alone,
The glittering moon lights up the park,
Yet my soul is left in darkness

All you can feel on this cold, windy night,
Is the darkness creeping in, 
Can you hear the faint laughter of children having fun?
Running and playing; watch them grin.

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