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Icarus
History is unkind to my kind
Mankind so horrid we can only call them man
I’m a star burned too bright
The ripples of my nova will burn for miles
But I am made not of purple or gold
I am a hurt made of dust and rock
A fool for the history books
I am the too hot and too small and too much
Gone and going on forever
I may never fall beneath the waves
I have not wings to melt
But I still see the world too high
I can’t catch up
I was chasing the sky
I couldn’t seem to grab hold
Icarus
By name
Mankind so horrid we can only call them man
I’m a star burned too bright
The ripples of my nova will burn for miles
But I am made not of purple or gold
I am a hurt made of dust and rock
A fool for the history books
I am the too hot and too small and too much
Gone and going on forever
I may never fall beneath the waves
I have not wings to melt
But I still see the world too high
I can’t catch up
I was chasing the sky
I couldn’t seem to grab hold
Icarus
By name
Published 15th Nov 2024
Author's Note
Cliche? Maybe. Cope like tomorrow will still be there!
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