Icarus

Poor little Icarus, 

thought she could fly.

The thing she feared most, 

was life passing her by. 

So she stood upon the concrete, 

up near the sky, 

and was so afraid to die, 

as she fell from so high. 

I try so hard, 

to fly 

and reach

and feel the sun's warmth 

and grace upon my skin.

But I falter

and over think my heart's capacity, 

so I fall and glint overhead, 

hanging limp from sin.  

Until Icarus crashes, 

into the waters of empyrean glyph

and deterioration. 

Until a new Icarus rises,

with a chant and a myth,

only to fall once more.