Growing up I've always admired the story of Icarus & the sun
But as I matured I learned that I actually resented it and here is why...
I am the sun
scorching, burning Icarus.
My heat leaving imprints of his flaking feathers
Upon his skin, engraving his bones.
The wax slowly melted making his harness heavy,
Weighing down his harness; he has nothing to grasp onto
Just his
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I am the ocean as
He sinks down to the ocean floor
Trapping his lungs with salt water
leaving no space for a scream, cry, or merely a whisper for help
And surely no chance to escape the grasp of the waves
Never will he feel the sun upon his skin again
As he is forgotten my waves will keep on
crashing and trapping anything that comes into contact
As he is forgotten I will burn within my dancing flames
till they go out destructing myself and everything around me
As I am forgotten...
