by Jerry Langdon
Icarus wings turned to stone.
Coming down like a cyclone.
Can't get a bearing on anything.
Crashing down; hope disappearing.
I don't know why I thought I could fly,
When life already had me grounded.
Maybe I just liked how escape sounded.
Despair is such a heavy chain.
Hope never brought more than pain.
I have to get out of here.
Oh Hell, the ground is getting near.
This is a whirlwind descent.
Racing towards what I resent.
Can't look my demise in the eye.
Falling down; exiled from the sky.
I don't know why I thought I could fly.
© Jerry Langdon 2021