My Red Balloon

My Red Balloon

A Poem by Lost?

For 10 cents you can buy a balloon in the city,

they have lots and lots.

Every color you could imagine,

and every color you couldn't.

I payed my 10 cents and got one,

a red one.

It floated on the end of the string,

moving with the wind.

I walked down the street showing everyone,

I even showed pa.

He slapped me and cut the string.

"You son of a b***h, don't go buyin' s**t, we got no money"

My balloon twisted up in the air

until it was a red dot in a gray sky.

I'll never buy another balloon,

but one day I'll buy a gun.

© 2008 Lost?


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It starts off as a happy picture of a child and then it takes a sudden unexpected twist. Its sad how adults can easily ruin a childs happiness. Great piece.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I love it! Its so heart brokenly sad, wonderful job!~L

Posted 15 Years Ago


To me, it shows the naivety of kids, and how their confidence can be crushed so easily.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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