Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Balloons

Balloons begin as
soft rubber; fresh, new

 They fill with air
become beautiful; floating, full
wonderfully fragile..

 Then, they burst
air sucked out; useless, busted
destroyed rubber...

 Destined for the trash
no longer, beautiful

 I AM A BALLOON

 Sometimes full of life
Oftentimes struggling for air
Most times, busted and broken...
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