Balloon Poem by Jared Bradford

Every nights the same
I can't even explain
Maybe cause there's no words
No combination of letters
Nothing I can really say to take away the pain
I'm just wasting my time
But, it's the early morning shoot
What else do I have to do?
What am I trying to prove?
Even when I do
Where then will be my next move?
My head's so lost, so un-found
What I write is so profound.
That doesn't solve anything
Sometimes I think writing builds up my sorrow
Please, if you don't mind, happiness,
Some can I borrow?
Early AM, it's already tomorrow
Duties undone yesterday, lie now in today
My heads like a balloon
In this room, it's filled with helium
I might just float this ceiling, um
Please someone get a stick
Or a needle give my head a little prick
Then suck up my thoughts
Till my head size goes down
Then say then in a silly voice
So I hear how stupid they really sound
I'm coming down, from the planets and the sun
Hit the ground, now it's time to run