The balloons circulate and suffocate I'm dying right now? I can't breathe through the plastic Wind no chance in a closed building, I punch them away but only get a breather before they emerge right back and I suffocate and now its time to die......
Most children enjoy balloons, mine only give me pure agony, Surfed and stacked as a kid and they are not of helium,
They approach like insects, curiosity and instinct but really are after my final hours blow the candle out, please...... Its time to die.........
If you see this on all-poetry partly written from a woman, its from a ghost account I created there. I'm not happy with the way the site is run and that part of the poem was just a sample. I decided to expand upon it here as I created the sample. The hellopoetry community so far has been great and very lovely, while allpoetry needs far more mods and the people who smear your name with child ****** abuse claims are disgusting individuals and yet I get banned for retaliating against untrue rumors.