My playground

Smiles of circumstance
Towards the outside world
Brownish steel eyes
A war ongoing on the inside

Words running after each other
Like kids in a playground
But no laughter of joy
In their wild, quiet chaos

Catch me if you can
Before I get out of touch
My lungs emptied by silent screams
And my heartbeats wasted in vain.

3 thoughts on “My playground

  1. Tori J. March 20, 2015 / 2:03 pm

    I love the rhythm this poem has and the last two lines are my favorites. They’re so raw and beautifully worded.

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