The Writetober Project

Once filled with the festive air’s delight,

The park now staggers with desertion’s heavy plight.

The silent Observer lies trapped in eternity's grip,

He seems to yearns for days it seems joy wouldn’t run - but swiftly slip.

Through rusted rides and crumbling carnival stands,

He wanders, searching for familiar lands.

Luna Park, once filled with joy and cheer,

Now echoes silent, year by year.

written by Zoe