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Balloons
It walks across the void
It's dark cloak concealing but bones and blood
In one white hand, a long scythe
In the other, the ends of several ropes
They float above, a stark juxtaposition
Their feet aimed at the stars
White specks of life so far away
Floating farther with each step
They are all dressed differently
Each one a different age
But their necks are all the same
Kept from floating away by hastily tied slipknots
Balloons, it thinks to itself
Balloons, it thinks once more
Disappointment and sadness
Concealed in its white chalky face
But it knows the stars shine on
Even though they are too far too see
It stops at the door, and takes an airless sigh
It opens to the clouds, and it cuts them go

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This poem came from the idea of a painting I wasnt to make of a grim reaper walking through darkness delivering suicide victums to heaven. I can't draw for the life of me so I made a poem out of the idea and it turned out half decent!