Balloons

 

the dust has only just begun to fade

away, with my past of many

busy streets of people continue their world

as i play hide and seek

with myself

lost, drifting

like the helium filled balloon that was let go

by the innocent child beneath my world

my heart is an inkless pen

with no more thoughts to spare

no more tears to stain the blank pieces of paper that lay in front of me

surrounding me with the disappointment of loneliness

crumpled and torn

like a picture that can't be made perfect again

like the life i call my own

walking with the ghosts

and drifting with the balloons

 

 

HGM     3-4-07

Reviews

[Chapman]

I thought it was beautiful.
What kind of poem is it? Anthology?
I would really like to know.