Forgotten
FORGOTTEN
Soar,
Soar like the wind.
I flit and dance, obeying my master.
Dipping, I glide over the lake;
In the mist of the morning.
This is my life.
Jerk, goes my line.
My neck stretches out,
Hoping to catch the last strands of the breeze.
The wind grapples with my master,
Wrenching me up and up,
As if it won’t let me go.
I thrash as two forces pull to claim me.
But like most things in life, only one attains.
My master jerks harder,
Causing the wind to lose its grip on me.
The wind screams its furry,
But soon it is forgotten.
I plunge downward in a spiraling dive;
To come to rest in the reeds of the lake.
A child scampers up,
Catches me in their chubby arms,
And drags me away.
Time will later find me in a small cramped closet,
Where my master left me.
Forgotten.
Just like most things in life;
Just like my companion, the wind.
Copyright © Destayech Rivers | Year Posted 2023
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