Playground

Metronomic creaks
echo through the park,
the once joyous now bleak,
the swingset falls apart.

Every passing gust 
maintains the rhythm
continuing the rust
of the playground hither.

Rainbow paint peels,
slowly chipping away,
exposing cold steel
where I used to play. 

Ghostly laughs 
and faded glee
are all that last
and stay with me.