DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND

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Devil's Playground
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Devil’s Playground


You always make jokes, saying you want to play around.
But I’m not sure I want to play, on your Devil’s Playground.
You’re always real quick, to say that I should meet your friends.
If we start writing this book, I’m scared of how it ends.
You always invite me over, but never before dark.
I feel like I’m swimming at night, and being chased by a shark.
So maybe I shouldn’t answer, the next time that you call.
Should start adding more bricks, to my protective wall.
The next time you reach out, I think that’s what I’m gonna do.
I will not answer the door and I’m gonna push away from you.
So no, do not come over. You’re no longer welcome to come around.
And the answer’s a firm no. I won't play on your Devil’s Playground.

Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

Comments

Zeus said…
Your poem blazes with life! The "Devil’s Playground" sprawls before me, a jagged, shadowed sprawl dripping with menace, pulling me into its grip. I can almost taste the thickening tension as you weave your words, each line a taut thread ready to snap. That final stand you take explodes with resolve, a thunderclap of defiance echoing in my ears. The shark image sinks its teeth deep, conjuring a midnight sea swirling with unseen threats. Your rhythm flows like a restless river, carrying raw emotion and a story that blooms vividly in the mind. You’ve got a wild, brilliant gift for this.

April 10, 2025 at 4:47 AM
Melvin said…
Always trust your gut. Believe in what your instinct tells you, it's usually correct. Your words flow like music. They are so much more than just words on a page.
April 11, 2025 at 6:50 AM
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