Devil's Playground

The sand is deep in the devil’s playground

Digging a hole that sinks deeper and deeper

Eating away at the mind, with thoughts so profound

Making me the devil’s keeper

Roaming his infamous ground

The sand has been replaced by a drink,

The drink has replaced my thoughts,

And now I am unable to think.

The devil smiles as his playground grows,

As the alcohol freely flows,

The sand consumes me from my weary head

To the bottom of my warm toes.

The devil dances under the moonlit skies.

Taking me under his spell

With all his deceit and lies.

Captivated by the merry go round

Dancing away the night

Sealing my fate, in the devil’s playground.

Reviews

[Kelley]

I see were playing with fire tonight......smiles
I loved this poem and it even made me smiles.
I think we all play in the Devils sand box from time
to time.

Great write thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very wicked indeed... alcohol can be the devils tool when we drink it in dark times as it only magnifies our bad emotions... the devil never plays fair and am sure he loves to slam dance.

[Adrienne]

a lot of imagery, I could see and even hear a lot of your writing come to life =]
delightfully sad though

[KUFU]

I got scared! What with all that devilish dancing...hehe ;-)
This poem seems personal since you give the reader probabilities of sin. I like this, since it allows the reader to ponder his/her own skeletons on that heated playground scene.