There's A Balloon In My Throat Poem by Riano Harp

There's A Balloon In My Throat



There's a balloon in my throat
Of it's colour, I'm unsure
But it grows with each breath
Of it's origin, I'm unsure
And deflates with each cough
Of it's holder, I'm unsure
It aches and hurts
But I bare, for when it finally pops
I shall pull out the child on the string.

And beg for forgiveness.

Sunday, October 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary-lisa Russo 09 October 2016

I really liked this! It flowed quite beautifully!

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