So here is the fourth part of the poem. Sorry no picture this time. Tomorrows will actually be the last picture poem. Well the series is almost at an end, and I hope everyone is having fun reading it.
Red Balloons Can't Fly Forever
The balloon took me up high
I was brushing the clouds with my feet
And then I heard a voice
"Where have you been?"
I looked around to find no one in sight
"I've been waiting for you to find me."
The voice spoke again
"God?"
I called out
"What? No..."
The voice became confused,
And that scared me
"Wake up now!"
The voice yelled as a lightening bolt struck, and popped my red balloon
I was falling
And fast...
"Wake up!"
The voice ordered me again
"I would! But I'm free falling!"
I screamed out of fear
"Do not be scared..."
A new voice that sounded like an old friend instructed me
To my left were the watchers
Just like I was
The watchers were falling down to the ground
But they were falling while they sat in their chairs
The male watcher lit a cigarette
As the female watcher lifted her glass of white wine to her lips
"Mikey, don't fear. She won’t let anything hurt you."
The male watcher took a drag of his smoke
"Plus, you already landed. We're just your thoughts, we don't really exist..."
The female watcher grinned
Just like that I woke up
No gentle voice
No beautiful girl standing in front of me
No struggle
I was just simply in a bed
And I found myself looking at the ceiling
Then I found myself thinking what the watchers were talking about
I looked at my arms to see if there was any injury from a big fall
But there was nothing...
I looked over to the door to find it standing wide open
Then to see the red balloon float by
And in the distance I heard foot steps
As if someone was running after the balloon
Was I not alone?
Who was there?
Then I heard a giggle
I closed my eyes in fear of seeing the watchers again
"So now you wake up..."
Her voice reminded me of the voice from my dream
So I opened my eyes
And it started to make sense...
- Michael Alcoser
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