Wax bird

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 24, 2016

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Submitted: October 24, 2016



I am envious

of Icarus.

For the merciful sun

allowed him

to melt away

when he flew too close

to the unrequited

warmth of her rays.

Such mercy in

such destruction.

Such beauty in

the way he was

permitted to fall back

from the heavens,

before his tattered

heart could claim him.

So too, have I

fallen to the earth.

But left broken

and beating,

only to gaze longingly

at you, the sun.

May you leave me

blinded and bitter,

spare me from my

frail delusions of


Hear, cruel gods,

my prayer.

That thy light

will be my end.

That thy voice

be my malison.

That thy love

shall give me wings.


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