Icarus

We fall.
We do not rise.
Like phoenixes
from ashes.
We hit the surface
and break through it.
Shattering as if it were
stained glass windows
We fail to reach
our destiny.
As the blackness
swallows us whole.
Arrogance comes
over us.
Such as frail
wax wings
of vanity and
self-indulgence.

We perish
And are not
remembered.