All That’s Left

Soft-tinged lights
cast the toys a mellow glow.
The colors have dulled;
they litter around
in melancholy patches.
Such sadness
had not always occupied
their plastic molds.

Bygone hands
moved their painted parts.
Long gone were the sounds
of fighting and clashing.
Only yelling and screaming
occupied the somber space.

The blood itself
had seemed to drip
over the fallen figures
and flipped cars.

They stayed there,
a symbol of a false future.
A future so concrete,
cracked at a moment’s notice.


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