Samy's Poetry

The Empty Balloon

This feeling of emptiness inside of me,

almost impossible to describe.

Like the lone latex balloon

lost above the scene.

Just rising above cars driving by.

The people living below.

Then once above the clouds

views nothing but white fluff.

Then POP!

Just like that,

ten plastic pieces and one silver string, maybe a bow too,

fall toward the ground, landing everywhere,

in trees, on the sidewalk, on a bench, maybe even on your head.

Ever noticed that it happens one balloon at a time?

You never see ten of them rise above the clouds together.

Only one, one at a time, far, far, far, far up.

Full of emptiness.