The Feather

 

Hiding just behind my eyes,
those tears I work hard to disguise.
I want to scream cry howl shout,
"Please don't take me out,
let me stay, this is my forever home,
my forever place my heart place."

 

I know we have to go.. I know,
so I just cannot let it show.
Its ripping the life out of this tired body.
Leaving all, leaving my heart.
Where will I be, what will I be when we part.

 

I am a feather blown this way and that by life.
All I wanted was to be your lover your wife.
Lying beside me oblivious sleeping.
Whilst inside I am weeping.

 

"What are you doing?" You ask briefly awake.
"Writing." I feel more than hear you moan.
I am lost alone,
just a feather waiting to be blown.

 

© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw