Icarus Falling
Deprived life in the mundane dungeon bleak,
tries to find an escape route beyond the dark,
crafty mind constructs the wings of freedom.
The flight through the lower layers of self-belief
crashes in dire dejection on the sea of sorrow.
Untamed surge of swirling wind called ambition
drives the unanchored ascent to soar and scale
the great heights at the delusive edge of success
in the realm of the unreal where transient rapture
crumbles and falls like dust.
There’s no escape from the clutch of misery,
even if the dreams on wings soar in high sky,
for in the draconian domain of the blazing sun
the dreams will burn in the stoked fire of hubris.
If the unreserved arrogance unheeds the idiom :
‘don’t fly too close to the sun’,
you'll scorch the wings of wax melting in tears,
feel the burnt remains of Icarus, you think you're,
falling like ash within hollow you.
October 10, 2019
Edward Ibeh's Contest Pick A Title, Vol 10
May 27, 2020
Contest : Falling
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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