Why can you not get back to me? I have tried to reach you, but it seems like you don't notice me.
Every day I wonder if you truly are listening. If you could only cast even an unguided thought to yourself as I am part of you. Have you not the forethought for what you are?
I did not request to be able to think, or feel the pain and anxiety that comes along with knowing you don't care.
How do I make a rigorous decision without knowing the means of my mistakes?
How does a single soul living or dead rest easy without the knowledge of certainty?
Why are we forced through this unwritten play, guessing at every line.
I want to show something of myself without chasing the endless caverns of perfection, To know I have put myself onto the right path.
I would like to have a meeting with you, Just to know that you know I exist, to be able to rationally say there is a point for all the things I try.
Nothing more than to reasonably say there is a point to all of this, there's a point to the pain.
Endlessly waiting for your response,
-Sincerly, Icarus
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Icarus, The Fallen
PoetryAnthology - After falling from grace these stories show the struggles and turmoil that face Icarus in his own mind, warping and distorting to his newfound wounds.
