Will you survive another crack?
A little tumble, a swift whack?
Your chin is down, your eyes are sad
you didn't expect it to be this bad
You hope for the wheel to turn
for levity, for luck of fate, you yearn
For love, for a break, for a guiding light
You hope, you hope, with all your might
YOU ARE READING
Balloons in Toronto
Poesíaa collection of poetry, the innermost workings of my brain
