Return To The Playground Poem by Michael Adeosun

Suddenly there arises a discord in our syntax.

Suddenly our phonemes come disjointed.

Every utterance that otherwise emitted joy

now triggers a shot of anger.

Grown ego we harbour within gradually

dwarf the childlike spirit that meekly craves

for that familiar playmate.

We both weep in silence and the tears

painfully drops inwards.

Our eyes hurts so much because we each

await who will be the first to blink.

So much agony self afflicted and the scar

steadily widens.

Why can't the magic phrase be uttered

to save this drowning love.

Why is a simple phrase such a heavy load

for grown-ups but as light as a cotton bud

for children.

That phrase will soothe the nerves

and the frowns will become smiles.

Why can't we just say "I am sorry" and we'll both

return to our playground and again

continue our halted game.