Thursday, February 24
Icarus How high you fly, only to fall so low beneath
The triumphant overtures of the claiming sea.
Grandly you sought to rise above the skies,
But as the autumnal hues of daylight play on your back,
All that holds you up melts away
And you fall; a graceful embodiment of human failure.
You could have touched the sky, and yet
You fall, becoming less than you ever were -
Far less than you thought you could have been.
You stretch your hands out,
A silent, vain plea for help.
No one comes.
You are all alone, swirling slowly,
Helpless and fatigued in the endless mistiness
Of a place you don’t belong in.
Darkness closes in softly, ready to consume you.
You were merely mortal.
And you fell.
[scribbled this for lit hwk. due tmr. :P too late for editing now, but still feel free to comment at the taggie if you like. i'm sorting my stuff out for the cap thing. but i can't find anything i like enough to put in the portfolio. sigh. i need your help..]
it must've been love.
7:16 pm
xoxo
