**Topeka: The Devil's Playground**



**Topeka: The Devil's Playground**
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**Topeka: The Devil's
                                Playground**

In Topeka's realm where shadows reign,  
A city lost in endless pain.  
Marked by the digits, dark and cursed,  
Six-six-six, a city immersed.

The streets are cloaked in eerie gloom,  
Where hollow souls find their tomb.  
In every alley, in every street,  
The pulse of darkness, cold and fleet.

Here, murder whispers through the night,  
In silent alleys out of sight.  
No angels walk these cracked, dark lanes,  
Just soulless eyes and ruthless chains.

The law itself, a twisted guise,  
Corrupt, deceiving, full of lies.  
In every courtroom, deals are made,  
In shadows where the truth is swayed.

Drugs seep in with a toxic grace,  
Their grip tightens, leaves a trace.  
The youth succumb to crystal’s call,  
In shattered lives where dreams will fall.

The city's heart is cold and bare,  
Where empathy is rare, so rare.  
Soulless figures drift through night,  
Their eyes devoid of any light.

In every corner, a story grim,  
Of lives undone on a wicked whim.  
The devil’s playground, harsh and stark,  
A gateway to the endless dark.

Each night, the city's soul is sold,  
To forces ruthless, cruel, and cold.  
The deals are struck with no regret,  
In lives entangled in the net.

You come on vacation, leave on probation,  
Trapped by the city’s dark temptation.  
Once you’re here, you’re here to stay,  
Its grip is tight and won't decay.

The only way out is often death,  
For the struggle drains each breath.  
Some make it, but only a few,  
Their fight is long and harsh and true.

Topeka wears a shroud of dread,  
Where hope and light seem long since dead.  
Yet in this darkness, there’s a cry,  
For even here, the weary try.

A flicker of defiance stands,  
In hearts that fight against dark hands.  
For though the city’s lost in gloom,  
There’s still a spark within the room.

Topeka’s name, a chilling scar,  
A place where shadows wander far.  
Yet through the dark, a fight persists,  
A faint light in the midst of mist.

By Bobbijo Tapley aka Trifecta666

© 8/23/2024

About this poem

This is about my home town and the evil that lives here. The zip codes are all 666 08,04,03,06 every zip code in this city begins with triple six. They call it the gateway to hell and although it's the only place for me it's not for the weak of heart..

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Written on August 24, 2024

Submitted by Trifecta666 on August 25, 2024

2:05 min read
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Quick analysis:

Scheme XX AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKEE LLMM NNOO PPQQ RRSS TTUU VVCC WWXX X
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 2,098
Words 412
Stanzas 15
Stanza Lengths 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1

Bobbijo Tapley

 · 1981 · Topeka, kansas

I'm a 42 yr old widowed mother of 4 from Topeka Kansas.. I grew up in North Topeka and come from a violent and broken home an alcoholic violent father but an amazing mother who raised me and my brother and sister the best she could. She finally left my dad when I was 4. life was always a roller coaster I started using drugs and drinking very young. And went down many wrong roads. Made many mistakes and learned from them. Selling and cooking dope was all I knew. Dropped out of school several yrs later had kids got locked up my husband was murdered it's still unsolved. I've overcome the struggle of addiction and am a better person today then I was yesterday. When locked up I found God and that's what saved my life . After 25+ yrs of that criminal lifestyle I've been doing better more positive things with my life now since 2015. Clean from drugs for almost 10 yrs. And doing the best I can to be the best person I can be and take care of my elderly mother and four kiddos the best I can. My favorite thing to do is pay it forward. But my occupation is hydro dipping air brushing and custom painting cars. @ Top City's Most Wanted LLC. I use to write poems years ago but one of my best friends in the whole world died recently and I started writing again starting with a poem I wrote for his fiance who's pregnant with her first child and his only daughter. And for his son and little brother and mom.. and I just kept writing. more…

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4 Comments
  • Natjo
    Your writing gave me goosebumps its is astounding
    LikeReply 13 months ago
    • Trifecta666
      thanks that means a lot
      LikeReply3 months ago
  • karlcfolkes
    You’re most welcome, Bobbijo. Positive feedback is an essential ingredient for anyone’s recovery toward wholesomeness. Even as others heal, we too, empathically, become more healthy in the process. Thank you kindly. 
    LikeReply 13 months ago
  • karlcfolkes
    What a powerful personal message concerning the darkness that haunts us in this world and we struggle to put an end to it, to find a safe harbor, to enter even more deeply into harm’s way where instead we expected to find Hope, blamed by those who judge us without ever helping. And we wonder where God has been all of that time, when He was always there and we could not find him because of our own blindness and, yes, our unwillingness to listen. I thank you for this confessional poem and hope it will help others who have been lost, gone astray, and looking to find God. 
    LikeReply 13 months ago
    • Trifecta666
      thank you for your positive feedback I to hope it helps others so much.. your words are very meaning ful to me as all my writings have so much of my truth told thru them like little chapters of my journey in this world. So to have folks say such great things mens the world. I wasn't sure about getting on here and sharing these as they were a bit intimate for the world to see but it's honestly been good for me I've received nothing but positivity from everyone and am so thankful for that. Thank u . 
      LikeReply3 months ago
  • jerryl.01657
    Lol. A Much Enjoyed Classic.
    LikeReply 13 months ago
    • Trifecta666
      thank you. I appreciate ya
      LikeReply3 months ago

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