Icarus

Art by Raina Klawitter

By Aria/Envy Whitney:

often, I want to be the Icarus that flew

the one that lived

who felt the wind in his wings

along the skies with the sun in his face

where is he who laughed?

for I am constantly drowning

the constant downward pull of the earth

a far cry from the sky he once soared,

wax hardening at the continuous fall

this is never-ending, unlike the tale

for Icarus died when he fell

why am I trapped in this hellscape?

limp limbs sagged and out of place

yet I continue living

in agony and with melted wings

I will never be free.

( you can read this one backwards too )