Raining Feathers

March 23, 2008
By Abra N. Mach, Burnsville, MN

I’m lying here on the floor
Among ashes and feathers.
Frantic knocking on the door
Disturbs the silence of my quarters.

I can’t cry out or call your name
For fear that it will be too late.
You’re leaving me wrapped in myself
To face my unknown fate.

I want to reach up with my hand
But my hand won’t move an inch.
And my thoughts now feel like sand
Sifting through an ancient sea.

I hear the steps creek as you begin
Your slow descent.
You never heard what I had to say
And you’ll never know what you meant.

But I suppose that I find comfort
In the memories of your smile.
And ironically you don’t know
That I’ve been dying all the while.

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Sabrina1564 said...
on Jan. 12 2009 at 7:44 pm
This is really good and I can relate to it! Hope it gets published!


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