in inceptum finis est

my wings were made of wax
i took to the skies in vain
their laughter pierced my mind
i rose higher and higher
my freedom seeped and melted as i descended catastrophically
struck to the ground once more
i looked up to the skies
and laughed

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741