Trapped inside an empty playground.


There's Nothing Sadder Than An Empty Playground

I'm trapped within a black, wire fence.

The entrance and exit has been taped shut,

Bound with bright yellow caution.

And yet, here I am,

Inside, staring at what used to be my escape,

Where I could be a kid.

Within this fence, we'd play tag,

On the wood chips,

That are now,

All I recognize,

Of what used to be my reign.

We'd jump off the swings,

That used to hang,

From the remaining skeletal poles.

We used to run up,

Then slide down,

The green, plastic slides,

That have since been removed,

From the platform,

That kept them safe.

Such height,

Such adventure.

Such safety,

Was what they said.

Was what they wanted to be able to say.

Emptiness surrounds me,

Emptiness, because of me.

One moment.

A black and white paper,

Tumbles by me.

The only movement.

I pick it up,

My pale hand shaking,

I read the headline,

I gape at the picture.

I look up.

I see the platform.

So much height.

So quick a fall.

So black an eternity,

Spent wandering around this empty playground,

That once enabled me to be free!



Poetry by Brielle Guesstell
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Written on 2007-06-25 at 14:47

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A good poem about our self made traps which were once an open playground. The whole thing is a wonderful metaphor, now we just need to break out and roam in the green green grass. Nicely done, smiling at you, Tai
2007-06-25