Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks August 2015 (Collaboration) | Page 26

The Devil’s Playground
RG Allen
Twice too often I have taken the strain
Two times in all I have held the pain
A gawping hole six feet in the ground
Dark, Black, and oaken
Echo the sounds
Of all the lone children who played there oft
On creaky floor boards in shadowy lofts.
Merry-go-rounds that held no cheer
Swings and see-saws contained only fear.
Death in its coldness
A misty haze
Suffocated by solitudes earthly praise.
Pestilence on push bikes
A deadly sin
Mortality the victor
Let rigormortis begin.
Aged from ageless
Life’s foul course
It offers humanity
Yet delivers remorse.
Ghosts now the children who played within
For the devils playground holds only sin.

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