I bring my own misery,
I drink from my own cup.
And it pours over with my own langour.
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Have this wish,
I wish every hour.
I hope and pray,
by my undying breath,
until the day my breath dies.
And I know on that day, my wish,
My hopes and prayrs,
Will be unanswered by heavens good Will.
Because I could not take it upon myself.
And no force in heaven or Earth,
Could make my dreams come true.
The religious undertones in this poem scare the living crap out of me. -hides.-
JESUS CHRIST, WILL