Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound repeats.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Is all I remember.
The pale tissue paper.
The dull cloudy sun close slowly.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The thump becomes low.
The ballon has inflated.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
It stops.
And the soul is Taken.
YOU ARE READING
Taken
PoetryPoems I have put In time to think about. They are both negative and positive. They have meaning. They maybe ones I believe strongly about and you don't believe in them that's fine.
