Icarus Falling

Escape - the demon of the damned, taunting the earth bound prisoners plotting their sorties to freedom - flailing in an ever distant dream. Condemned by a wingless curse I flew on pilfered feathers challenged the suns supremacy fell to my ego’s delusions And falling – cursed my failing wings. So small the distant orb of terra so frail this moment to remember escape - the demon of the damned. ©10/6/2019 Icarus Falling Edward Ibeh