Haiku Tuesday: Your attendance is optional

Where do the children play when the ground is toxic and melted?

Abysmal futures
stretch their insatiable maws
choices matter not

Echoes of laughter
haunt the playgrounds of my mind
joy trickles like sand

Friendly park-side chats
dwindle to mumbles and threats
suspicions consume

Rusty swings hang still
foreboding worms up my spine
Fear drips soaks pools spreads

Portals open wide
dimensional temptations
complacent voyeur