Wax Wings

by Clarissa in the middle of the road, staring at a pretty bird

A/N: I did a couple Greek-Mythology-based poems a while back: Midas and Medusa. This poem, Wax Wings, was planned at that same time, but I never wrote one that I was satisfied with until now.

We all fly

On wax wings

And the sun follows us

This is the part in your dreams of soaring

You fear. Tumbling from the sky

Cloaked in fire, screaming as

The children far below

Whisper among themselves:

Make a wish

We all fly...

Tomorrow when you wake

You will not remember

Anything but the bitter taste

Of fire in your mouth

And as you squint in the pink morning light

You know

That children wished upon you

And their dreams were never answered

Because you weren't a shooting star

Just a falling one

You used to fly...

You hear an echo

A scream in the distance

And you know that yet another star

Has just tumbled into the sea

It's not unusual

We all fly

On wax wings

And the sun follows us

There is no escape.