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