Playground of Desolation

Foot prints in the sand,
Swept away by the wind.
Solitary swings,
Squeaking with lonely sighs.
Jungle gym tunnels,
Groaning with the stolen voice,
Of wind and rain.
Storm clouds confining,
Misery to its playground.
The clap of thunder,
Like the clash of a symphony.
With no resolve to,
Hold it together.
The pitter patter of rain,
As it pelts my face.
While I lay drowning,
In an ocean of desolation.





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