What I WantA Poem by Askew
Cracking my knuckles,
As my coffee becomes cold. Sitting among my peers, A teacher lecturing without speaking And all I can think of Is how much I want. From a book in my hands To blankets pulled up to my chin, From a mans hands on my body To never being touched again, From being wrapped in someones arms To feeling protected. I want it all. I have enough But it's never enough. I'm always wanting more. I'm called selfish, And I don't deny it. I'm constantly wanting What I'll never have. When I get what I want It's a rare occasion. When I get what I want It leaves me wanting more.
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