Orange Balloon
Just him and I with his orange balloon
2 tickets for every ride
The ambiance played the strangest tune
The crowds of children cried
I secured the string around his wrist
The helium would help me to find
Just peace of mind to help assist
Incase he were left behind
My eyes were fixed on the orange marker
That set him apart from the rest
They quickly adjusted as it became darker
False security led to my quest
My eyes grew tired, the colors merged
I couldn't tell orange from red
My feet hit the floor, I was on the verge
Of anxiety driven dread
The crowd was mad and degenerate
I was weaving in and out in a panic
Not one soul was considerate
Instead, they seemed volcanic
The devil himself was there that night
Jumping from shell to shell
This once happy fair, became a fright
I surly tasted hell
A humble bench beside the restroom
Supported a sleeping officer
Awoken by me, his face turned gloom
Not exactly a cheerful enforcer
The darker the sky, the more vicious the swarm
Of people becoming possessed
The thunder growled, but produced no storm
Evil at it's very best
As I looked around for the second time
The crowd had disappeared
No happy ending for this rhyme
Exactly what I feared
No one spoke of an orange balloon
Or the boy attached to it
They say I fell into a swoon
Devised a fit and threw it
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