Mark Hill
Wax Wings
Craving, yearning
Desiring, lusting
Feeling this not almost
Yet not quite
Emptiness
Filling the void
Well, it might be easy
But then I would have
What?
A temporary sense of
What?
Joy?
Fulfillment?
Why would I want that
To just know the pain
The pain of loss
Broken heart?
Broken wings is more like it
Icarus flew too high
I was among the stars
The impact back to earth
Hurts
Bleeding, breaking
Crying, sobbing
Felling that total
Without a doubt
Emptiness
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