Like Icarus
I too looked to the sky
Wondering why the sun
Now seemed so far
My plan was flawless
Every feather placed just so
My wax wings fit to soar
But only in my head
Days felt like years
But passed like seconds
Slipping through my hands
With nothing to show
Planners and calendars
Grand calculations
I could not fail
I cannot fail
But as Daedalus learned
Plans change
Wings melt
People fall
Looking up at the sun
Questioning what went wrong
I’m swallowed by a sea of revelation
It was I who was imperfect
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Stained Creativity (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Very nicely worded in Greek mythology its metaphor is well taken and so as Icarus one recognizes too late that one's errors too easily melt under the heat of adversity. A wonderful poem with meaning and good flow.
Excellent write
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