The Children Poem by ben burgess

All alone in the dark I sit here on this old park bench,
In the daytime this place filled with happy playful children,
But in the dark it’s a place quite different,
A place of broken bottles and broken dreams,
A place suitable for me now it seems.

As I sit here drinking from this brown paper bag,
The realisation hits me that I’ve lost all I once had,
The friends that have all gone and the family I used to belong,
A time I can’t forget, a time I’ll never get back.

It’s that cold I see my breath in front of my face,
Sat in these torn clothes and pains of disgrace,
These bruises that will heal but a heart that just cannot,
My life is as good as over, they all forgot.

It’s all gone wrong, it’s like I’m now living just to die,
All I have is the ground below me and this dark night sky,
I feel it my demons have taken me over,
I hear their voices in my head telling me I told you.

But in the morning the children they will come,
Lighting up this place brighter than the brightest sun,
With their smiling faces they can change these dark times and places,
The children that we all once were, if only I could be a child once more,
Start this life over and right these wrongs,
A chance to no longer live this life alone.


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