Floating inside a taut balloon
Drifting over the lowlands
Bouncing off memories of Green grass
Into a maze of half shorn topiary, that mirrors my descent
Amongst the festering bodies, bladders drip from ignored vines
My thin cocoon swims in its blood
And a foul breeze nudges me along
Sharp bones and decayed teeth bribe me into their dark rooms
My instincts sidestep their crooked thorns
Leading to an alley of darkness that spits me loose
Into envelopes of air, that breathes alternate, between pashes of beautiful women, and tounges of deceit
I squeeze free
Fraying I spun skywards
The golden moon and it's radience lures me with deception and escape
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Author:
Augie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2024 02:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Always having the hope of a great relationship but always on edge expecting the worst,as usually the balloon gets popped
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Comments1
Great metaphor and symbolism.
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