The Last Flight

Tue, 09/10/2019 - 18:12 -- marcy

The Last Flight

Have you heard of a story about a boy name Icarus,

who use wing of wax to give him flight

"OH MY, OH MY!" foolish Icarus the sun is near you will surly die! 

 

oh, but no he does not hear me; is my voice to soft for his ear I wonder?

I try to catch him before the fall, before he hit the ground, before he... 

why.. why is that every time I try to save you, you smile...

 

Stop it, PLEASE! And as if it was carried by wind... I heard it "why are you crying,

... it's ok." I try one last time to catch him but it's to late he's...

and as if on cue, a man came running and grabed his limbless body, or what was left of it.

I watch as he cried while holding MY Icarus. He was mine. was.

 

how could this man just watch him fall! He does not have the right to cry!

but what can I do? I'm just a...

since that day I have watch those on their last flight egarly trying to save them

but just like dear Icarus, I failed to save them, OH! buts its ok because He tells me to keep trying, 

so until then, I will continue to guid others to their last flight so I can try to save them

maybe this time I'll get it.

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