IcarusA Poem by Alvin L. Kathembe
Upon his wings of wax and plume
He soared into the sky
But his ambition was his doom
For men were not meant to fly.
Trapped; I’m trapped in an intricate maze
A labyrinth in my head
Closing in on itself, with no way out
And all the ends are dead…
Frustration, despair - I’m trapped!
Wasting away each passing day
Tortured by the footfalls of
Monsters pacing the passageways…
I rise on wings like Icarus
There’s no restraining me
Leaving behind my earthbound cell -
Unfettered, I am free!
I soar, I dance; I’m free at last!
I scream; I’m a new man!
Lost in jubilation after such tribulation -
The Sage’s words - “Beware the sun!”
I climb, I soar, I shout, I roar
I break above the clouds
I shake my fist at Fate and scream
My defiance aloud…
By and by - oh my! Oh my! -
While I’m still on the climb
My freedom - precious freedom! - it falls away
Starts peeling from my limbs!
Frozen in time; for a second all stopped
Except the clockwork in my chest
Suspended, surrounded by feathers like
A hatchling in a nest…
Flapping my arms - but all has failed!
And all starts to fall apart!
All feathers, and no wax!
Look at me now, I’m plummeting
And I do not know whither
Belief and Faith were the wax
That held my wings together…
I was sure that I could soar
In delusion forever
But Reality’s turned my flight to a plummet,
And my engines to feather…
Upon wings of wax and plume
I soared into the air
Flew too close to the sun
And fell once more into despair…
© 2012 Alvin L. Kathembe
Added on June 21, 2012
Last Updated on June 25, 2012
Alvin L. Kathembe
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