Icarus and the Sun
Every day and night
I sit within my tower.
The sun scorching with all its might
Waiting to melt me and drag me lower.
The dream to escape my confinement
Avoiding the Sun’s wrath to make me trip.
I still have to fulfil the requirements
To break free of the haters’ grip.
Copyright © Joan Lee | Year Posted 2022
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