Ploom of Doom

Soft and light, they start to fall

Innocuous, then cover all

Feathers pile, a gentle doom

Suffocating in this plume

Each worry, a delicate barb

Piercing deep, leaving a scar

The weight of feathers crushing down

Insignificance wears the crown

What's light becomes so goddamn heavy

Crushed by the small and petty

Mountains made of tiny things

Collapsing under feathered wings

Break free from this downy cage

Light things fuel the heaviest rage

Drowning in the weightless mass

Gasping as our strength won't last

The weight of feathers crushing down

Insignificance wears the crown

What's light becomes so goddamn heavy

Crushed by the small and petty

We're going under, can't you see?

Crushed by what should never be

The lightest touch becomes a flood

Feathers heavier than blood

The weight of feathers crushing down

Insignificance wears the crown

What's light becomes so goddamn heavy

Crushed by the small and petty