The Silent Sunset

The silence at the park was invented

Laughs of all the children were suspended

Unheard by me, no reaction to see

A soul not touched by the cacophony

Only his laughter would wake my dystrophy

It wasn’t my aim to just sit and stare

Other parents assumed a hateful glare

If they knew this ache, then they would relent

Creating no comfort with their contempt

This hot jealousy of their fates unchanged

By their children’s laughter that still remained