THE ABANDONED PARK

Picture taken by Daphny

The iron benches,
rusted;
trees all dried up,
swings broken,
the only sound one could hear
was of the crows.
A luminous dark force present
calling out the dead,
a scarifies to be made;
a young one?
A new born?
Another innocent soul?
What was this place made of?
Not even the sound of wind could be heard
as the crows sings happily
feeding off the dead’s
that lay in the concrete of the ground.
Who comes here in this abandoned park?
Or were they all decomposed
in all the nook and corners?
It looks like the birth place of all evil,
even a wicked sound can be heard deep at night
while it feeds upon its next prey.

I think by now you all are quite aware of my love for horrors and thrillers, I can’t help myself from writing haha… This particular poem is inspired by a park near my sister’s house where I spend most of my time when I went to visit her last year. The place early morning is awfully quite and there’s always so many crows flying around giving me a perfect inspiration. 😁

Happy readings 🙃