Empty park. Empty. No one playing.
I hear only echos,
Picnics of the past
I see empty forts. Empty swings.
I see shadows climb, only phantoms slide.
I hear whispers, what used to be laughter.
My name is called? A daydream , what once was.
Now I live a nightmare. I see only empty slides. Empty swings.
No one.... Callls my name anymore.
Who am I? Staring at the empty park?
I know all I see.
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