Devil's Playground

The wind was
 Fast,
Whipping the night
Around us,
As we played
With death,
On the Devil’s playground
The treasures you love,
Lost in the
Oncoming storm,
Who ever said
That hell couldn’t ‘
Get cold,
Surely never  visited
As hot as the flames
Engulf us may be,
The indifference will
Make any heat
Relinquish it’s compelling
Warmth
Life never truly
Ends,
Not when the
Heart very well
Continues on,
Into the next
Life,
Death really
Is a new
Beginning,
A little side story
To your life,
The epilogue to
The book that
You’ve been meaning
To write for years
To come,
Hoping that something
Interesting would
Come along,
To give color to
The black and white
Pages,
Pages that have cluttered
Your mind,
Making your fingers
Twitch with the
Deepening desire for
The world to know
Of your true
Colors,
Forsaken in your
Darkest hours,
Now you are completely
Stuck, here in the
Devil’s playground,
Must you hide from
Everyone?
Worry not,
For even in hell,
There still lies
Paper,
And a pen with your
Name on it
Write away,
Death is just another
Beginning to
Years more of
Existence.
~Kaitlin Platti~