A Balloon, Smoke, and a Keyhole

drip 

 

drip

 

drip, crack

 

drip

 

drip

 

drip, puff

 

Outside a creaking window frame

Rain echoes in a dim monotone room

Followed by soft trickles of drums in the sky

Crackling of wood from the hot underbelly of logs charring to ashes

Scorching eyes stare in defeat at the wisping flames

Layers of smoke falling in puffs

 

drip

 

drip

 

drip, crackle

 

drip

 

drip

 

drip, puff 

 

A bitter man is nothing left of a child

A bitter man stares in nothing but holds a cold shine to his palms and velvet pockets

A bitter man has solitude and sternness

A bitter man was only a man at birth

To be snatched away from toys, only to be puffed out with smoke

A bitter man sees a world as a grownups nuisance

 

drip 

 

drip

 

drip, crackle

 

drip

 

drip

 

drip, puff

 

cough, cough 

 

Smoke fills the room slowly

Red embers die off in the emptiness of it

A bitter man lost in his waves of iciness to not notice

No colour completes the room in any form of comfort

Only left for a man to run in his own maze of thoughts

Cold as the window seals glass leaks in

 

drip 

 

drip, huff, huff

 

drip 

 

drip

 

drip, huff, huff

 

drip, puff, huff

 

No firelight or blaze

Darkness swallows a man's soul whole

Leaving a stone heart who lost its innocence

Tripping, trembling out in fear, resentment

A bitter man who is lost of his worth

A bitter man who seeks worth of himself in copper 

A bitter man who hides behind a pipe of smoke just as his father had done before

Smoke melting on to tears and rejection of outside

No man plays with rain, only cry with it

 

drip 

 

drip

 

drip 

 

drip

 

drip

 

drip

 

Floating above dense fog and whimpers, a red sheen hovers in waiting

A tear red balloon tied to a single strand of twirled twine 

Footsteps ease in temperature, pace coming close to a halt

Scorching eyes stare in blankness

Colour so vivid and friendly as a circus ball

Wafting into the unknown 

 

drip 

 

drip

 

drip, creak 

 

drip, creak

 

drip

 

drip, creak

 

Rubber tapping on a locked door

Bouncing up and away from uncollected grasping hands

A bitter man looks around for red

Any colour that stands out between the lines of abandonment

Greetings with a white scorched door

A scope inside its walls, a keyhole

Through it a faint pillar of luster

 

click

 

A bitter man sees a world as a childs nuisance 

 

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