Icarus

Ideas hang before me,

All but a breath away,

They flicker into being

And then begin to fade.

And when I'm tired of sitting,

I drag my bones to bed,

And when I'm tired of sleeping,

I think of them instead.

They're only words.

Don't have to shout to be heard.

I have not seen the light for days.

Like Icarus before me,

These wings are not my own,

And I am soaring skyward

Just to tumble home.

Moment has gone.

I'm not the best at moving on.

Nothing to say -

No-one would listen anyway.

Anyway.

I have not seen the light for days.

I have not seen the light for days.

I have not seen the light for days.

And nights.

For days.