The Park

The Park

A Poem by Rose F.

Losing a best friend to stupidity.


The polluted grey overcast

Singed my childhood memories

The metallic tone of the playground

 Warned me of potential enemies

When I was knee high I sat on that slide

Now she sits there mumbling her impatience through her teeth

posing seductively for my camera

As I click away below her feet 

I crawled up next to her 

And began to display my petty artistic attempts

One by one she shot them all down

I painfully swallowed my discontent

“Delete that one.

That one makes me look fat.

Oh God. Delete that one too.

My boyfriend can never see that.”

But of course I kept them all

I saw the beauty in her imperfections

She was the best companion a blind person could have

Little did I know I was about to discover introspection

I looked around the remains 

Of the once unsoiled park

Graffiti covered anything that could be tainted

Including my best friends heart

As we left the colorless place

I felt a piece of me fall to the littered ground

My friendship screamed “Please don’t leave me!”

But I never turned around


© 2011 Rose F.

Author's Note

Rose F.
Last spring break I took my then best friend to visit my hometown. The entire time she had this horrible attitude about everything like she didn't want to be there. On the way home I recognized a park that my family always used to stop at when I was a kid. So we stopped and explored. We had a horrible BFF break up in July and we haven't spoken to each other since.

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You have some good emotion in this poem. Some people really suck :P
Nice poem, Dash :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

I love the story-telling in this poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago

A hard situation love....but we sometimes have to move on for our own good....never nice!
You convey that really well here!
Great poem

Posted 12 Years Ago

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