Icarus

Growing up I've always admired the story of Icarus & the sun But as I matured I learned that I actually resented it and here is why... I am the sun scorching, burning Icarus. My heat leaving imprints of his flaking feathers Upon his skin, engraving his bones. The wax slowly melted making his harness heavy, Weighing down his harness; he has nothing to grasp onto Just his f e a t h e r s I am the ocean as He sinks down to the ocean floor Trapping his lungs with salt water leaving no space for a scream, cry, or merely a whisper for help And surely no chance to escape the grasp of the waves Never will he feel the sun upon his skin again As he is forgotten my waves will keep on crashing and trapping anything that comes into contact As he is forgotten I will burn within my dancing flames till they go out destructing myself and everything around me As I am forgotten...