The bad wish

When even shooting stars are not enough

Shooting star flying past the sky
I wish I was not sad.
I wish I was not mad.
I wish the eyes that saw me would not pass me and my gifts like blessings a sinner passes because they can't see what's heaven send.
I wish my spirit was strange water turned into vapor and rising in desert sand.
I wish the strange water was powerful enough to touch my flesh and heart and heal the depth of misery and pain until its origins end.
I wish I could be numb enough to touch fire with both my hands and still not get burned.
I wish I never watched dropping coffins every time I came home to touch my mother and father's hand.
I wish my life didn't hurt so much that even words inked on paper could not ease the hurt away with every written sentence of passionate intend.
I wish I could fly far away to a better place, but not one that requires my soul to meet death's songs and its crying band.
I wish I was in a long line somewhere eating chocolate snowflakes in a world unknown to the imagination of Santa's land.
I wish love was not a game of many hearts left to blush while others are chopped with spades to be left mourning in sorrow's losing trend.
I wish for so many things, but I always seem to forget to wish for one thing, I always seem to forget to wish for all my wishes to come true, yet truth has no place at the moment in my life for all it brings is more problems to try and mend.
I wish whoever is reading this knows am sorry I didn't wish for more wishes so I can give you, but next time you see a shooting star, please use one of yours to help one of mine because non of mine are yet to come true, but maybe ,just maybe, if you wish for my wishes they may somehow come true.
Right now I wish I was you because I made one wish already the rest I can't spend.
Silly little me, I wasted all that time making wishes yet all along I had one wish and that wish is truly bad.
Damn it, now am truly mad.
I should have just wished for more wishes or even riches,
But I just wished I was not sad.
I guess I really am sad or just plain mad.

Reviews

[PaintedBirdy]

i enjoyed reading this! i like the imagery throughout and i can feel the inner struggle of the narrator...the sorrow, the indecisiveness, the desire for happiness.

i send my best wishes your way, my friend! i'll tell any shooting star to keep going till it finds you!