a swing in a lonely park rocks a child through the air
a smile and a scream as the child experiences the highs and lows of the park
laughter fills the air
music to my ears.
happiness.
but tears as they must leave.
say goodbye to the creaky, old swing.
say goodbye to the lonesome air.
sadness.
the child grows and matures.
the creaky, old swing long forgotten.
goodbye, memories of joy.
the rocking of the swing fades from memory.
instead, the swift swinging of emotions.
highs and lows.
what is happening?
what is going on?
replacing the laughter in the air comes music.
loud, banging music.
sound to replace emotion.
burning in the heart,
he is not a child anymore.
YOU ARE READING
i feel
Poetrythis is kinda gonna be like where i drop some feels and idk whatever i feel like writing
