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Guardian Wheeler Poem
It may be one of the most poetic ending of all
Icarus’ fall, that is
Stupid, prideful Icarus
The boy who flew too close to sun and expected not to burn
He learned that things can be beautiful
But intangible and fatal
Everyone talks about his death
How greedy he must be to have the opportunity to fly but give up on a wistful whim
But they forget his joy
For Icarus laughed as he fell,
teeth barred to the world as they say
Maybe everyone saw him fall
But in his mind he always flying
Even as the melted wax scorched his skin
His wings, poetically enough, prevented him from swimming to save his life
Even though, it is still the undeniable fact that Icarus Flew
I’d call him a lucky bastard
While you’d call him a fool
And there is a possibility that I am wrong
For another fact is that he is dead
But that matters not to him
For, you’re not in hell if you like the way it burns
Copyright © Guardian Wheeler | Year Posted 2025
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Guardian Wheeler Poem
If I had to use one word to describe our relationship it would be ‘dim’
Never something
But never nothing
No, we never talked about it like we were each others’ sun
Maybe a flickering star at best
Like a needle in a haystack
It wasn’t apparent to everyone
But at least it was there
A spark in the dark always seems brighter than it is
So when it was snuffed out I went blind for a second
All I had were questions
The answers were right in front of me
But alas, it was too dark to see
So I ran into anything that felt like light
I realize that I hate being a moth
If I could be a firefly instead I think I’d be happier
We’d be happier, not that there is a ‘we’ anymore
A part of me thinks
maybe you’d come flapping back to me
If I could be a firefly
Copyright © Guardian Wheeler | Year Posted 2025
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