A Feather in the Wind

A boy and a feather.

A small, white feather flutters,

Forgotten in a corner,

Kept from flying away

Only by the dirt that entraps it,

That holds it down where it is.

A small, pale boy fidgets,

Forgotten in a corner,

Kept from flying away

Only by the life that entraps him,

That holds him down in reality.

This small, white feather

Grows darker from the debris,

Staining it every second,

Until it is no longer recognizable.

This small, pale boy's mind

Grows darker from the pain,

Staining it every second,

Until he is no longer recognizable.

A small, brown feather lies there,

Fluttering frantically,

But no one notices.

A small, tarnished boy stands there,

Fluttering frantically,

But no one notices.

The small, brown feather

Gets caught in a gust of wind.

The small, tarnished boy

Gets caught in a burst of pain.

The small, brown feather flies away.

Reviews

[Valentine]

This is fabulous and the story it tells gave me the chills. I am going to see if I can find more of your work. Valentine