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
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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