Icarus: My Demise

He gave me wings
And so, I believed I could fly
just as
He gave me life,
so I believed I would live.
He invented,
And so I believed he was smart,
He solved problems,
So I believed that he could solve mine
But in the end,
I think,
I may have trusted too much
Trusted the hands calloused and aged
Trusted the face under hair that had greyed
In the end,
I felt I had perhaps trusted too much
As I fell through the sky
Hot wax dripping,
Fumbling, flipping,
As wind blew and feathers flew
from crumpled wings, torn from my skin
akin
to a fallen angel,
cast from Heaven above
As I
choked and drowned the whole plummet down