Clouds poetry

A feather in the w i n d

Sometimes I wonder do my
Friends know that the illusion of my smile have
Disappeared or that if they heard the slight change of tone in my voice the ache or dry painful
Crack like someone who hasn't drink water for days Maybe even years, Stuck in a unknown cave. And if they did what did they think? That i must be sick caught a flu, Do they feel when am near when I walk with them in crowds or do they notice the ashes whirling in the air when I'm with them at school, a piece of me sheds puzzles flow with the wind like gray feathers on a birds skin. And if they do what do they feel, what do they think is it a clue or a coincidence. Am not asking for pity nor am I looking for sympathy but sometimes I wonder do they feel and do they hear me.

-ashes poetry