Two years ago
there was a playground.
It had swings and
a few slides.
The gravel would bite
at my knees but I
just kept running anyway
because the monsters were after me.
That is
until recess was over
and those monsters lost their terror.
There was a playground
not far from my house
that held so much joy
within it's metal bones.
But two years ago
a fire set by the real monsters
tore down those bones
and my home was gone.
Today
there is grass
where a playground once was.
The green blades glint
with the dew of a light rain.
I wonder if
I'm the only one to mourn
the loss of this home.
I wonder if
I'm the only one to think
that this grass is the burial
of what once was.
YOU ARE READING
Raindrop Thoughts
PoezieRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
