Wingless Icarus
Shining from afar, like a light beaconing me to come; your voice draws me to escape this prison I’m in. Oh to fly away, across the ocean of misery and despair that separate us, to be near your angelic presence. Sentence: a fate worse than death? Yes: eternity without you, a truly gruesome punishment for even a wretched soul as mine. These wings I’ve fashioned, wings not made to fly — without the God-given gift that the aves take so for granted — will they grant me the solace which I seek? To be free of this place; fuck the world. Soaring, your light growing nearer, my hell a distant thought. Your taste, your touch, the feelings I once cherished are all but mine to embrace again. Falling, an unearthly force destroying my dream. And I stand before you, fallen Icarus: without wings of hope. An ordinary boy reaching out for an extraordinary girl…