Floating in Circle

As soon as I step off this steep edge,
I will become a small feather
sailing through the winds
in a circle like a small twister.

I will keep on floating, going into circles,
laying on rocks for a brief second
before being swept away from the winds.
The colorful rocks, resembles my little friends.

Soaring through the winds
forgotten, only remembered
when I lay on the rocks.
Then forgotten again as I am being swept away
by the cruel winds.

Floating in circles,
with no hope, with no regrets.
Just floating around in circles.
Screaming for help
doesn't exist in this cruel world.

I just have to tolerate, being swept around in the winds.
When I lay on an old breaking rocks,
a new young rocks shows up.

New rocks, new era, yet always forgotten
and remembered, and being passed on.
As an enemy to society
for suicide.

Just a floating feather,
floating around in circles.
Laying on some rocks
before being swept away.

Reviews

[eeoopig]

Nice poem, sad. I feel like this sometimes, floating around with no real goal, doing nothing over and over again. Repeating mistakes. Bad I know, but then I snap out of it :) How are all of your poems so good? I love this one, it's going straight to my library :) imaginative

[ShadowWalker]

when i read this in my imagination i was picturing a solitary figure in a vast ocean....perhaps not what you were going for but it works all the same...

very well written..... :)