Light colors
Pounding in the salted air
With no heart
Beaten
Torn apart
Drowned in garbage
Or floated away in blue blankets
Watery blue blankets
Other things get hugs
Like teddy bears
Soft dolls that don't tear
I can't cry I spread no tears
Only if someone could see me floating
In this dipped salted air
I fly away
A beach ball now trying to find its way
An object that just wanted to play....
M.F
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Beach ball
PoetryThis poem is about a withering beach ball and how the object feels.