[POEM EIGHT]
Now I have this big
black balloon
Inside my body
Inside my head
Beneath my skin
First, it was small
It didn't bother me
at all
Like a Ping Pong
ball
Slight and intriguing
and odd
Then the ball
started growing
Slowly at the beginning
Quickly at the end
I don't remember
how it happened
But suddenly Ping
Pong thing became a Basket ball
Feeding itself with
my happiness
With my strength
With my life
It was inside my
lungs
Leaving me no air
to breathe
Making me feel
tired and small
I tried to leave it
behind
To drop it
somewhere far away from home
But somehow it
always knew how to come back
That crazy stupid
ball
Some days it turns so
invisible
I think it is
already gone
But at night this
familiar feeling wakes me up
Ball bouncing down
the hall
And I forgot about
how to fight long ago
And I forgot how it
was to live life
Without this
companion of my soul
Now I have this big
black balloon
Walking with me
till the end
It has grown so
big, so fast
Now I can not even
think
And I can neither
speak, eat, cry,
sleep nor smile
The only thing I
know
Is that this
balloon is going to burst soon
No matter how hard
I try not to vanish
I think it is best
to give up finally
