Nov 2018
Somewhere cold, a
Hot crimson balloon ascends
Amongst the concrete and rebar.
It rises to the glistening roof
Then bursts. The kids saw
It rise, but not its fall.
Hot crimson balloon ascends
Amongst the concrete and rebar.
It rises to the glistening roof
Then bursts. The kids saw
It rise, but not its fall.
A poem about fame.
#5 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.
© Lewis Hyden, 2018
#5 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.
© Lewis Hyden, 2018
