The park
near the school, ever morning
swinging, sitting, walking, playing truth or dare
what's to do?
Sitting on the swing
the old chain attached to the seat squeaks
squeaking like a baby's short cry
sitting on the slide, in the play house
a place with warmth from each other
the same warm place where truth or dare was played
now the warmth have gone, cold ... It's cold
no warmth from my heart, from no where
hearing the leaves fall to the ground
yet my ears can not hear
cars going by back and forth
I sit in the park every morning
no words coming out of my mouth
no use if there are no ears
no one to listen to me, only my inner self
watching children playing and laughing in their yard
the kids have just become friends
Friends are nothing to me anymore
suddenly no sounds, everything froze
life is getting scary
like the fear of monsters coming out of the trees
I walk down the street
hearing my own footsteps
nothing else to hear
the bell rings, beckoning me to learn
to keep my mind off the things which have left
to learn the things about life
I don't want to learn, not just yet
not until the empty seats besides me are filled
or there are ears, there is a use of words
coming out of my mouth
The only place I can go
the only place, my life, my soul is at
the only place which we have things in common
in the park near the school
YOU ARE READING
A Storybook of Poems
PoesieA collection of poems created from different times of my life. Each poem may depict different emotions and state of thinking while other others may be of a mixture. Some may show the down times and some ups as well as some fictional and some autobio...
