Icarus flew too close to
the Sun.
They melted and he
fell to his Death.
Any chance to touch
the sky is Gone.
Fate forced us to clip our
Wings.
Now we
are bound
to Earth
by Puppet strings.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
