Icarus - the Wings That Fall

I wanted to write a poetry book. After writing some small volumes that weren't successful. I had deliberated about writing a more well constructed book. Typically longer. At first it was just getting thoughts down on paper, and there are some dark thoughts in here. After some deliberation, I found a connection with things around me. I listened to the stories of the Greek Gods, and Icarus in the sky. Made of wax and flew too close to the sun, with his feathers. The same Greek God who would want to evade capture. I then did some research on this and realised that there is a strong relationship between Greek Mythology and poetry. I then did some more research and I found these things fascinating. The bottom line is, is that no other human being wants another human to suffer. When a human suffers this is when other humans feel pain. I had researched into the greek gods, and mythology around this. I had realised that through this. There was a strong connection between humans and mythology and some kind of spiritual connection. Something I had felt also. I had realised that it doesn't matter how dark or deeper you fall. If you leap into things without thinking. We all become like Icarus of the skies. Because the most courageous Greek gods are the ones who knew that journeys have risk. That we must explore our own minds before taking any trips. That whenever you open up your front door. The dangers are all over you. It's only then I realised that we can talk all day about the sky and the heavens. Yet what I want to focus on is everything around me. Almost trembling and sometimes I am running around not knowing what is best for me. This is why sometimes I feel a connection with Icarus. Yet when I got older I realised that whenever I took a journey outside. This journey had to be planned and we had to know where the dangers of the world were. That the beauty of nature would swallow us. That everything we knew would captivate us. Even though I yearned for the days to fly. I would realise that whenever I tried to do this. They would become burnt and broken. I then realised that my wings were made of feathers and wax. That I flew too close to the sun and had no way of going back. Yet my connection with everything was not really going to help me. I had lost control of my impulses and these things needed to be stopped. Having said that, to feel the impulse as a young man, and having this feeling that you can fly across oceans. Is kind of deceptive because when you realise you don't have wings. You are a danger to yourself. I then realised that if I was going to write any type of poetry. I had to be myself and remember that I am not invincible. Yet every time I strive to help other people I take a risk. I put myself first and I have burnt myself to help other people. Even though the sun burns me, and scolds my skin, sometimes I just feel like I have taken things too far. Then when I talk to people they tell me that I am not responsible for other people's actions. I know there are some dark lyrics in here and none are meant to be taken literally. Yet I wanted to understand what it was like to fly without wings. I wanted to know how the sun would burn me as I got too close to it. Never would I strive to help anyone ever again. Yet I wanted to, and I hope nobody has stopped breathing as this was not what I wanted. As I have written this poetry I have realised that as dark as my memory is. We all want what is best for people. That the urge to feel other people suffer, is just the yearning to approve our own pain to become less. That the only way to truly survive in this world is to know what you are feeling inside. Yet the relationship between other people was something we knew all along. Like the days that weakness was strength and visa versa. I wanted to know everything about these Greek Gods, yet I didn't know where to start.