Icarus

Little thing I put together over the past couple of days, I'm thinking of doing a whole series of Mythology-themed poems cause I really enjoyed this one

I'm trying to ascend above the grating understanding that life's lately been demanding more than I could hope to hand in,
But flying off on fake wings, I've heard, is not a great thing,
I'm spurred on by the fear of slowly fading out and waning,
But it's almost entertaining once my limbs have started flailing,
Hailing desperation's entry to my brain and suffocating
Any notion that my skin could be worth saving,
As the smell of melting wax assaults my nostrils all too late
And indicates my great mistake when I chose to leap and fly away,
"Shoot for the moon" they'd always say,
But the sun came first and it made me pay for the lapse of reason,
Changing seasons can't unseat a man that's beaten down and bleeding,
Always reading fiction, I suppose I'm needing something more than sad addiction,
Catch me sticking wings together; vulture bones and eagle feathers,
It's a desperate attempt at evolution so I can wether every storm,
And if I ever get reborn I doubt I'll mourn the loss of this physical form,
It cost me everything and still I'm torn between the need to fly and my fear of the fall,
My world is watching from the cliffs as I beat my wings and drift into the sky,
But there's a trick that I have missed and I can never work out why
The feathers seem to lose their lift and all the bones become untied
As soon as I detect the shift in wind my mouth will open wide
To scream my fear only to realise there's no one at my side
It seems I've overstepped my bounds but I'm on a one-way ride
So nobody hears the sound as the ground and I collide.