icarus

bones hollowed and aching for ascension

they run and run and run

discarding all mortal tethers

to achieve glistening, golden dreams

that shine oh so brightly in the distance

upon arrival

they stands with arms flung out

basking in the harsh light of that glistening, golden dream

that melts away as reality shows its face

revealing the ash covered path

of all the ties they burned

and they wait

for the congratulations and happiness

to pour into the sweltering hot dream they acheived

and they wait, and wait, and wait

until the heat consumes them whole