Surrender the sadness
Held by ghosts of this place
It’s all shadows and down draft
In this overgrown space
Surrender the madness
That corrupted this ground
No one left now to torture
And peace can be found
Surrender the anger
Just a muse for the weak
Found a place in the world
And a voice that can speak
Surrender the burden
And cast off that pain
Let go of what’s gone
See what has been gained
Pellets of darkened grey metal
Huddle together under mask of skin
Up against bone between tendons
Shifting with the steps and stride
The old dog strains to take
His brow is furrowed grumpy
And his broken teeth tell his tale
Of suffering and betrayal
Long before his rescue
Now regally endowed
He watches over his kingdom
While the jesters play to get his attention
Or avoid his wrath
Meals he used to hunt for
Now await him in this castle
Comfortable and home
His subjects just the squirrels
And birds that flutter all about him
Makes him happy in this place
Away from the thick metal noisemakers
Darkened grey projectiles make their home
Thick and brutal green
Chokes the landscape
And hides ghosts of summers past
Menacingly swaying
Over the dark damp underbelly of youth
But a symphony of ghostly voices
Rises just above the din
On harsh stifled breezes
Where summer begins
Shadows dance until early evening
When the ghosts come out to play
Leaving traces of themselves
On wisp of fragrance
Or taste of summer bounty
Hiding the nature of their desire
To keep you here
Stuck in this place as they are
Shrouded by overgrown maple
And foreboding lilac
Beauty as treacherous as evil
Not revealed until long after
Night falls and the breezes chase away
Sun beats down
But is blocked by darkened lens
Eyes that squint and strain across
This field of grass and play
Where athletic ghosts of youth
Banter and steal base and run
Dive for flies and swat them away
In the deep sweaty heat of summer
Mirage puddles fool their eyes
Across this expansive field of dreams
Perched atop this wooden splintering platform
Where just below young lust is born
Watch now as these creatures
Chase and dive through softened grass
Thick with the sweet scent of summer
Ice cream promises drip across the atmosphere
And time stands still in this moment
Slight and evasive tender breezes
Just out of reach of those who crave it
Drift aimlessly across a sky too high to reach
Like the game that tumbles through this landscape
The breezes and games will fade
And summer soon to be nothing more than
A whisper once again
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