IcarusA Poem by BrooklynFreedom. Freedom at last! Flying away from your chains And he had thought that you were trapped! Could not escape by land or sea Escape by air it must be. Now flying higher than the birds, Forgetting your father’s words. "The sun above will melt the wax And the sea will wet the feathers." Feeling invincible, your mortality ignored. Your wings aren’t natural like the birds. Hubris is your fatal flaw. And as you challenge the heavens You begin to fall. The sun’s warmth had heated the wings. The wax let go of the feathers it holds. And now with your man-made wings you fall To the ocean below. Plunging too fast, You cannot be saved. Your body will be lost in the waves. © 2012 BrooklynAuthor's Note
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