Wish

Wish

A Poem by Jon R.T.
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Take this fir I can not carry it anymore.

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Wish

It was during our passing of each other that I left you another piece.

I’m not used to giving offers especially when it’s little a bit of me.

I’m not asking you to believe me it’s just in my head that it lies in wait.

When I’m dead we will see.

Everything I said I believe.

I’m only just a human.

Every day I find something.

Mostly it is nothing or I waste it like it cost me .
Yet again everything, everything.

Are we always on this trip?

Where we want our life to mean something special.

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That our deaths are epic visions of all things we threw into the emptiness.

I thought I knew a thing or two then this endless gift was some kinda curse.

I used to think because the journey is all I got the acceptance is ever harder even stronger.

Then I’ll ever be.

No I’m not O.K. not okay call it destiny.

Call it fate I truly regret that hurt everyone.

Because I carry my stars caped in my eyes.

Kiss the scars preciously.

That I take all I can when I get the chance so greedily.

That it’s always not my fault that it’s always me doing this thing.

I just never noticed there was anyone other me dragging along the waste from the wake.

But I can’t truly leave nothing of me that someone keeps in memory.

I wish I could erase this race from the grave all flowers reminders it’s all right.

When lights go out & the sparks no longer fly.

When the love is under sickness & medicine doesn’t take.

When you tell yourself death is an escape attempt & wreck completion by mistake.

Wishing_well
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I said my piece now I’m over it.

I’m not making this about it ever again.

© 2025 Jon R.T.


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Jon R.T.
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