Silent Playgrounds

By emeraldgrace

harsh words
and stinging comments
verbal blows meant
to cripple
i refuse to cry
in front of them
so wait until
the attack is done
then leave quietly
driving eighty miles an hour
to that old place
a playground long forgotten
the swings squeek
and the sandbox
is a garden of weeds
but the echoes of a childhood
long past
come from the ghost
of my younger self
i sit on a swing still working
watching my youth
dissapear
shadows grow longer
as a red orange
sun sets down
and everything is bathed
in a bronze mist
i know what i have to do now
i must make my own decisions
my own life
and i realize that life may be hard
from the choices i make
and i fear for the mistakes
that lie ahead
but its time
to walk forward
through the rusted playground gate
and let it close



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Copyright 2004 emeraldgrace
Published on Saturday, September 11, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Railway_Butterfly On Sunday, September 12, 2004, Railway_Butterfly (353)By person wrote:

    Hmmm.Now...I like the idea behind the poem...though the poem itself,personally,I'm not completely sure of...

  • Revolting Theatre On Sunday, September 12, 2004, Revolting Theatre (31)By person wrote:

    ...I enjoyed the metaphor. Well written.

  • TheLastDragon On Sunday, September 12, 2004, TheLastDragon (69)By person wrote:

    I like the idea of escaping to childhood, but in the end we all must move on. Great write.

  • A former member wrote: Hmmm, I like this. there is just something about it that just grabs you and holds your attention. Good job.

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