Playgrounds

Sneakers hit the pavement

Of broken hearts and soles

Frantic minds searching to find

Something they cannot hold

And on this quiet playground

Everything is loud

Children laughing songs

Yet none of them are found

And in darkness there’s a dark

Shadow spinning round

As swing sets sing a melody

Of something quite profound

The color here is dwindling

Inside this purple slide

Yet the bridge of metal bars

Causes one to hide

The seesaw begins to totter

On fragmented consciousness

Bare feet on ground they meet

A tormentor anonymous