Walls and Balloons

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The drawbridge is lowered,
The guard let down.
The balloons let loose,
The hope flies high.
The enemy walks in freely,
The balloons are popped.
Gone is the vessel of trust,
Gone is the vessel of hope.
Hurt one too many times.
The walls return,
Built higher.
The strings are held tighter.
Higher,
And tighter still.
Each time the wall is breached,
Each time the balloon pops.
Until one day,
The walls are impenetrable,
The string held in a death grip.
The man moves on,
And on.
Never stopping for long.
Not for anything,
For anyone.
And though he is not dead,
He might as well be.
For what reason does he have to live?





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MountEverest said...
Jun. 27, 2012 at 8:50 pm
Very Good Poem! Please Write More !:D
 
bigblue replied...
Jun. 27, 2012 at 10:13 pm
Thank you! And I actually have about ten more that ate being reviewed at the moment :)
 
dark_stars96 said...
Jun. 24, 2012 at 12:44 pm
i love it. your an amazing writer. its well writen and well thought out. keep at it dude. :)
 
bigblue replied...
Jun. 24, 2012 at 12:50 pm
Thank you thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I'm taking a look at your work now :)
 
bigblue replied...
Jun. 24, 2012 at 12:50 pm
Thank you thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I'm taking a look at your work now :)
 
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