Devils Playgroung Poem by Annette Aitken

Devils Playground.

It can become an obsession,
the heart, mind, and soul, can't distinguish physiologically
spiritual or emotional feelings.
Whether dealing with the
blackest of black or, the whitest of white
subsequently revealing its human worth.
When lines become blurred to the reality of life,
the refusal to admit guilt
or empathy towards another,
falls foul to the sanctuary of decency.
For the devil's playground has surely
engulfed your moral spirit,
a doomed soul on the path of no return.
Until, a small glimmer of hope,
a spark of realisation dawns,
one small good thought can rise up
against the darkness.
To grow brighter with each intake of breath,
stronger with each heartbeat,
more spiritual with each belief
and the recognition that,
good can win against evil.
As we recall, what once was lived,
replays in our minds.
Like an old movie on the silver screen.