Empty swings swaying in the breeze,
While ghost children play in memory,
Bring thoughts of shining stars
Painted on the midnight skies,
Laughter and happiness now
Disappeared into the past.
Dead leaves dance in the whining wind,
Scattering like children involved in
Hide and seek on a summer's day,
As angry clouds shoot lightning bolts
Screaming through the charged air,
A war of furious sound.
Raindrops drown tear stains on cheeks
Raised to the skies in sorrow.
Questions too agonizing to ask,
Cry in supplication for help not coming.
The why's echo without relief
With the storm streaming overhead.
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