The playground swings sit in stillness
The carousel once merry, keeps sadness-
A home of turmoil is empty now;
Windows shut with a broken vow.
Days and nights drowned in pain
Months ramble on into years of insane
Running the lone road to nowhere;
Restless stops to howl at the cold air.
The Aztec hunter flies out of the sun
And falls from grace as the lost son.
Seeking time lost in forgotten dreams
While keeping silence - in screams.
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