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The wings of icarus

I can't hold the tide back,
I cannot stop the rain.
I can't blow the clouds away,
Or bring out the sun again.

I wouldn't be surprised,
At my own demise.
For wishing for the right,
To escape the emptiness,
Off a life with failing sight.

Life seems enjoyably dull,
As the years flow between.
May I live longer than tomorrow.
With the wonder's I haven't seen.

For I cannot escape my parameters,
Of a life of my own making.
As time passes me by,
Not even the wings of icarus,
Could help me fly.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley