When I Was a Kid

I never thought of become an adult.
But the time-storm has taken me to the worst position.
I lost my old friends.
Where is my playground?
Skyscrapers swallowed the paradise
And it's almost a concrete prison now.
Adulthood is a heavy burden and this mystery play is horrible
Struggle for existence?
I want to sit on the swing again and skip to my childhood.
Who erased my chalk drawing on the blackboard?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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