all that was left of me - the fall of Icarus

    swollen plumes of smoke 
         suffocating
          consuming
       a wilted Icarus
 pale wings engulfed in soot
    writhing, scrambling
 against forged iron chains
  once feather-light, now
              falling		
        falling              
            falling
     straining for an anchor
  clutching onto his last gasps
        like a candlewick
  trying to sustain the flame.
       he whispers a hymn
         don’t let go.
    don’t let it burn out.
          loosening
  the grasp of melting hands,
  wallowing on the precipice
       of a sinister dusk
      plunging, no abandon.
  with silent pleas, dripping
        like liquid wax 
        from blind eyes,
 hidden amongst the clouded swells
in the waves that swept up and under
       licking their paws
   howling down a horned abyss
     succumbing, resistant.
       defying, obedient.
    completely
            entirely
                   helpless

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