Poetry: "Rusted Theme Park from my Childhood"

in poetry •  6 years ago 

Memories of joy forgotten

Living through the rusted frame

Silence now where grass pushed through

symbols of acclaim.

~

The kids I knew from days long passed

They’re moving to adulthood

rusting and twisted with time

from their childhood.

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