The Feather

I look at my life As I see nothing but my past So many people die To heavy of a mass As I sigh, but not in relief As I watch as everything disappears around me, No running, no laughter, and I can’t hear a sound, As I slowly, but hardly fall to the ground The heroes as they call them, They come in haste As I can’t even sigh As I can hear the sound of worry No thoughts run in my mind As I lay there as they put needles in me I feel as if people can see my soul out of my eyes As death passes my face of discovery I’ve always thought that a feather was a lie They might be little but when they deplete over time As my families disappointed and your friends just left All alone you would have to face DEATH