Recess

©Jennifer Paige

One beautiful little girl sits
Alone on her swing set
Singing her song in the summer breeze
Staring straight ahead
Motionless
Vacant, wide eyes
Haunted
What an odd melody
Haunting
Listen...

Who on earth would want to live
The torment of my soul?
I offer it for sale.
I live forever in a stagnating bowl
Void of human emotion.
I have viewed my own birth from above,
Seen my death and have, still, no love.
The unsteady rumbling of my soul
Like a freight train through my veins,
Is my only companion in this mad universe.

The breeze dies with her song
And she begins to swing
Her childhood regained.

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