Balloon[potential anxiety trigger warning]
I am crushed beneath this ceaseless weight that pushes upon me,
As though I'm a balloon,
Being compressed between broken glass walls that creep ever closer together.
An impenetrable ceiling blocks my escape to freedom,
And downward holds only murk and gloom
And drowning in the merciless grip of hidden tentacles.
My position here is so precarious;
The points and prisms of these walls are so firmly against me
That any move will simply slice me open,
Leaving a limp, bedraggled husk of once-colourful vibrancy
Hanging empty upon the shards
From a curl of bright ribbon
As a mute warning to others.
© mjc 26 September 2017