icarus

" is this all
       there is?  "

the boy pleads to the sky

the question burning the tip

of his tongue as it rolls out.

pondering on the sun's

deceitfulness as his squinting

eyes begin to cave in to the

inevitable force that blinds the

poor, foolish boy.

"you promised wings,
          and the freedom to soar
  Your
              skies"

he screams at the top of his

lungs soon his legs, too, bend

and he's got dirt on his teeth

and the sky's turned to 

grey and he's all alone with

no restrains to hold him down

but the weight of a promise

unfulfilled, and a dream that was

nimble at most.