+++++++..ICARUS..++++++++
Surface of the sun never felt so distant,
Give a drink of water... I burn!
Slow simmer,
Words in me, they yearn.
I am...
A small receptacle with...
Little words making one big obstacle...
Spectacle...
Of diminution, big dreams, small dreams,
Trampled in the lack...
Out of time.
I reach, I reach...
Icarus soaring towards the sun... defeat imminent,
Isn't it?
My soul haunts the writing in the stars,
Can never have, though always want!
Destiny... bitter mistress... I beg,
You taunt!
Yet yield? No! No!
The sun... it burns!
Icarus rising,
Forget the sun!
The stars I want!
PEACE
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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