silly little mortal girl,
this world is not gentle on your kind nor mine.
you with the mortal world on your shoulders,
me with the heavens on mine.
icarus, i warn you,
you human plaything, you pawn,
was a mere boy burnt by the sun,
choked by his taste of divinity.
atlas, you answer,
you human plaything, you pawn,
was a god crushed by the weight of humanity,
destroyed by his own mortality.
you think you have all the power,
silly little god,
but you do not remember who created you.
icarus, i warn you,
was killed by his own pride.
atlas, you answer,
was killed by his, too.
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your heart and the sea
Poesialike magnets, opposites attract: your heart and the sea (but who really defines the word opposite? blood and water, you and me?) | a collection of poetry
