Icarus
Ambitious youthful boy who flies so high
Above
Ignores the warning voice of unreason
Below
Screech of joy while soaring through clouds our sky
Left
Acrid rays of Sun from Summer season
Writes
At heated wax that beads or sweats or balls
Up.
Such drive is anchor. Icarus now falls
Down.
~JD Campbell
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Nightmares of an Insomniac
PoetryA collections of poems for those of us who love, live, cry, and play, even while the world is asleep.
