The world's a balloon
on the tip of a sword
The more you press
the closer it is to popping
And I pull the sword away
the best that I can
The more I try to prevent a break
the more the sword twists
around it's dagger point
And if it doesn't matter now
than it never mattered then
No one's more important
than Important is to me
Nothing is more misleading
than my mind is to my eyes
You want to be afloat again
but I can't lift my own
I have to be the weighted one
Pull pressure off your mind
I hope our lives get better when
we move on in our lives
But the more I press
my mind closer to the tip
the pressure pushes back to you
Only time may tell
when we will rip
An explosion of sound
of fear and anger
and pressure subsides
Only this life can fill
the empty balloon back
and put pressure down once more
Only we decide
if the balloon subsides
and the world falls
from the tip of our sword
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
