Wishes

Night time skies Night times I really tried For a lifetime Love sincerely tired When anytime is no more As long as silence creeps beneath my door All things perish And all that remains is gone Against time you decipher life Still you remain all alone Seems we co-exit as one in this book of a thousand wishes Mainly I was angry For I come home And there were no clean dishes Therefore I granted you My love, my scars, my blisters I pleasured myself As I bruised you for not saying mister As in bedtime I would lay you a rest in a whisper I held your lust at hand For I am you husband A fallen aspect of your most conceited wishes Hugs and kisses Eighteen years Marching children enlisted The turn in the tide We stood and we nearly missed it A lasting call Summoned us all to our doom Should I stand, should I fall? Should I pray as a ghost? And over my nightmares hope that smiles loom? A visualization of things to come Perhaps my readers Will now know where I’m coming from And may we no longer need a book of timeless wishes