Chained Flight
You shove the feathers down my throat.
They stab me.
I speak,
but they prevent me.
I grab my throat and give a gentle squeeze.
But, the effort given
is merely a thing to be driven.
You tell me I am "free."
How can I be "free" when you stare at me with eyes full of flame?
Fingers burning with blame?
The force feeding.
The ignorance breeding.
All I can do is stand.
Shaking as I see power in the wrong hands.
I am frozen.
As the numbers increase in dozens,
whether it is those who have fallen as the prey of the hunt,
or those who just punt.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers
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Whispers from a White Feather
Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013.
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