Where Did the Children Go

I return to my home.
Back where all the children use to roam.
The sky was once sunny with a bright shade of blue.
But now, the sky is colored with a silver and grey hue.
The swings are sad and alone.
The once happy mood is swallowed by an eerie and quiet tone.
Where did the children go?
Maybe they have been taken.
Or they have gone home.
I guess I'll never know.
The houses present themselves as warm and welcoming.
But when I peep through the window, I see the ambiance of something most threatening.
I remember sitting in the park, waiting for my mom.
But now, she is missing as the possibilities make me feel qualm.
But now I must know...
Where did all the children go?
The emptiness of the street.
Signals to me that I should probably stay on my feet.
I feel the rain drop on my head.
The cold chill fills me with a linger of dread.
Why have the children not let me on their little game?
Is it not one, am I the sacrifice to be maimed?
By the van that drives by the town?
The man with a bowtie and a stuck on frown?
Maybe if I'm quiet, he'll pass me?
That is a fate, that remains to be seen.
I miss the peace of my home.
The home I lived in, when all the children use to roam.
Now I must know:
Where did the children go?
Category:Poetry
Category:Weird