Rambling Poetry

Today, I shall share another of my poems. I have no idea where these are going from. as far as I was concerned I hated poetry and had no inclination to write it at all. I have no idea what has happened to me this year, I believe I am losing my mind. Anyway, here goes:

My relationship with language is like a small child with a balloon,

I enjoy it intensely, fondle and care for it, run and play for hours,

until it escapes me and floats to the sky,

and just like that, language has escaped and passed me by.

I watch as it floats, lifted on the wind of a cliché,

further it floats as I am left, without form to express my sadness,

the balloon lifts and glides, into the atmosphere with a pop,

leaving me alone on the ground with not a lot.