I swing in the park
So peaceful now
All alone
In the early hours of the day
I am now
Forever young
I'll never grow old
Or fall into that trap
The ladders have rusted
From all of the rain
And the slides
Have tarnished
Is this what it's like
To leave this world?
No more pain,
But I'm all alone
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
