Wish

I had a wish to be inspired,
To clutch it in my hands.
But when my luck acknowledged me
I fumbled to despair.
 
I had a wish to be renewed;
To shine like glimmering gold.
But to my desire, so defeated
I couldn’t clean the dust.
 
I had a wish to be loved;
To wade within its depths.
But luck turned it’s head and laughed
I saw him pull the plug.
 
I had a wish to be determined;
To get there safe and quick.
But then, when I began to run
My legs were hard as lead.
 
I had a wish to give it up;
To end my futile desires.
But when I cast it in the pit,
It rose above my head.
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Published in: on February 28, 1995 at 4:46 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Lovely

Good grief.

There’s such a thing

I have it everyday.

 

I mourn my being

With a grin

Such entities give way.

 

They say we are

Afraid of death,

Yet I am an exception.

 

I anticipate

My final breath

A lovely predilection.

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