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May 2014
Like a young child losing grip of his balloon,
I let go

I wonder if the child was sad as they watched their favorite balloon,

           slowly
                            
                                    drifting


                                                     a
                                                            w
                                                                    a
                                                                          y

I wonder what the child had done to get the balloon
Oh, what excitement it must have been
Now just a forever memory
I released everything
All the emotions I had felt began to escape into the sunny sky
forever being a memory

I slowly started losing touch,
but quickly realizied I had never even touched
Kia
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Kia  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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