My Poems

A feather drifting in the wind

He looked down and around

Listening quietly to the distant sound

People and cars drifting along as a river below

Taking a deep breath he sighed eyes hollow

It was a fairly warm spring day yet he was cold

A gentle breeze caressed his body, he didn't notice

Brushing his hand through his hair mind wandering, no focus

He felt so stupid nothing mattered in the end

Really all the boy had ever wanted was an actual friend

He smiled softly as soft as a velvet feather

Mom said die happy, with nice weather

So he slipped off into the breeze

His breath wheezed

And he smiled

So soft was his smile in the end

As soft as a feather drifting in the wind