Fly above the salt spray sea,
Feathers rust in ocean breeze.
Lift me up towards the sun,
Let wax melt and fall undone.
Heartstrings snap and false hope dies,
Let me plunge and panic rise.
Lonely Icarus flew too high,
Hoped to catch his father's eye
Now he wonders what went wrong -
Father loved him all along -
Attention seeking all went wrong,
Of course he's noticed now he's gone.
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We Are Still Growing
PoetryThis is my 3rd poetry book. I am leaving the first 2 on my account as they are part of my past and a way to mark how far I've come, but they are, as the kids say, mad cringe. Just a little collection of my newer poetry, for my own sake really. Pleas...
