![]() WishA Poem by Jon R.T.![]() Take this fir I can not carry it anymore.![]()
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. | = @ £ £ ¡ // (_- 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 u 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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Added on May 3, 2025 Last Updated on May 3, 2025 Author![]() Jon R.T.ALAbout47 year old amateur poet stranded on the planet surface taking poison. In a small Alabama town where no one cares to hear me lumber from the heart or rant the madness. Another son of the god fearing p.. more..Writing
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