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Seesaw Palace


 
I'm tired of playing,
 
yet home is no option
 
neither is it a lever
 
to reach for the skies from
 
 
 
Smooth grains of sand
 
tickle toes that are
 
constantly curled
 
braced  
 
against the sharp jabs of glass
 
hidden under the good bouts
 
 
 
Others come to play
 
in this playground
 
some come to prey
 
few come to watch over
 
and guard
 
like time washed statues
 
once staunch warriors
 
now decaying ornaments
 
over forgotten tombs
 
impotent against fate
 
against a horn tapped dry of luck
 
aplenty no more
 
 
I'm tired of playing
 
yet home is no option
 
neither is it a lever
 
to reach for the skies from
 
 
 
As Polaris shines with all its might
 
to catch up with the rising sun
 
I bend my knees and push hard
 
for another round on this old ride
 
 
 
Maybe this time, I will find my
 
fulcrum.
Written by DarcAnGeL (Araweelo)
Published | Edited 19th May 2012
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