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Yearning
I’ve wondered a thousand wishes
For they’ve been numbered,
like God counts the stars
Within each wish, is but a tiny thought
Original or not
They rest in me, I sleep beside them
I’ve called a thousand wishes to the stand
Lined them up like an executioner positions their criminal prey
To ask each one their name. They have a name.
Silence is a scream to me, those are intrusive thoughts I try to discard.
They never want to leave, and even when the seconds pass, they barge back in
I’ve begged a thousand wishes
to set my tortured soul free
No wish has ever rescued me. Not one.
Is this how a person drops their hopes and dreams?
I sit nervously as one day shifts to the next
Because I know there’s a wish to be fulfilled
It will notice the miserable pain of longing
It must be there, with so many wishes amongst us
Truly, I believe, from a thousand wishes,
there is one yearning for you and me
There has to be.
For they’ve been numbered,
like God counts the stars
Within each wish, is but a tiny thought
Original or not
They rest in me, I sleep beside them
I’ve called a thousand wishes to the stand
Lined them up like an executioner positions their criminal prey
To ask each one their name. They have a name.
Silence is a scream to me, those are intrusive thoughts I try to discard.
They never want to leave, and even when the seconds pass, they barge back in
I’ve begged a thousand wishes
to set my tortured soul free
No wish has ever rescued me. Not one.
Is this how a person drops their hopes and dreams?
I sit nervously as one day shifts to the next
Because I know there’s a wish to be fulfilled
It will notice the miserable pain of longing
It must be there, with so many wishes amongst us
Truly, I believe, from a thousand wishes,
there is one yearning for you and me
There has to be.
Published 26th Apr 2024
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NaPo’24 #9
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29th Apr 2024 4:25am
Dear T,
“No wish has ever rescued me. Not one.” ugh! Painfully beautiful.
The subject matter of this poem has many layered and personal levels of great appreciation for me. Fabulous writing. H🌷
“No wish has ever rescued me. Not one.” ugh! Painfully beautiful.
The subject matter of this poem has many layered and personal levels of great appreciation for me. Fabulous writing. H🌷
