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Oh, mighty I was
My gifts untouchable by others
Priding myself in tiger fur
But when did the gifts of Apollo leave me?
.
When did my pen learn, it could never excel?
Only causing me pain
By carving those hideous words
into my skin
.
Cause I try
And I try
And I try
But tell me, where are my wings to fly?
.
Please, oh mighty, let me back into
The glorious oh sky!.
But silence
All that stays
Is the burned smell
Of Icarus’ feathers
.
Burning like my eyes
Should have never opened
The gift box of Pandora
All of my hopes and dreams now sour
.
The fall would never
have hurt so deathly
If you had not pushed me
onto the pedestal
.
Cause my mind
Once realized what is possible
Can not go back to
This mortal wasteland
.
Obsessed with my hopes
Depressed with the truth
.
How can it be so easy to reach?
When I try and I try
And yet still never fly
Slowly sucking me dry.
What once was my Ambrosia
Now is my brugmansia
.
Why did you ever
Bless me with this curse?
ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ
Β© Sina Hinrichs 2022-07-06