Flight of the Icarus

a chance to soar is perhaps worth the falling;
perhaps not.
fine poetry...

Thank you John. I just felt so melancholy while writing this piece. Like I had been defeated from a great battle.

If only words so shy could have a hidden match, the knowledge would be so dark the presence would never enlighten, if only two could wonder then at last their memories will remember, then their own fate endure them with an encounter that will strain, two souls that would never expect, don't listen, when someone else is waking, your house will always then be lonley.

Somehow you spoke to me. In a weird sense, I always felt that way. To tell you honestly my friend, isolation is the only freedom I know.  Thank you for the insight. Cheers.

As an introvert, I connected well with your feelings of isolation. I found your poem to be very interesting, and I like the flow. It's a little dark, and pessimistic at times (might just be my interpretation), but nonetheless, it's very good.

Glad to hear that. Thanks for dropping a line. Cheers.