In This World of Mine

Panic
They are
Running,
Jumping
Flying away from me
Like balloons
I chase after them
Spread my wings of feather
Until I find that
They have been replaced with balloons.

I can’t catch them
They are traveling the
Lazy pace of floating air
Still faster than me
As I start to cry
The sky opens up
And cries with me
Golden drops of fading sun
And blue drops of ink
Stain my skin

Panic
They do not know
How much I need them
My balloons detach
Themselves from me
I fall and fall and fall
And impact the ground
So that a crater forms
They are their own person now
And they are irritated by
My slowness and ignorance
I can see it on their faces
Drawn with stinking black Sharpie

Even they, my pitiful balloon wings,
Can catch up
While I am here, broken in my well,
Crying all the colors of the rainbow
They get smaller in the distance
Until all I see is my watery rainbow
Falling steadily
Never stopping.