1111 Poem by Faith Duston

I wish I may
I wish I might
Have my wish be granted
By sunlight

March first of twenty eighteen
The night everlasting
My chest
Rising and falling
Steadily breathing
Seconds tick by as it is now 1113.

Is it too late to make my wish?

I wish I may
I wish I might.
I wish my mind would alter my sight
I want to be happy
I feel as if I know too much
Maybe knowledge and wisdom
Are anything but a consecration

I want to be golden again
I want my innocence revived
I wish my eyes would be wiped clean
My skin washed, all the sins unseen

I never feel clean enough
I'll bathe 3 times in one day and still
Feel Dirty
Covered in dust
From going through life day by day,
But yet all I manage to say
Is " yes I'm okay"
Even while in that moment
My mind is racing
Questioning everything

Will I never be okay
Is the truth more painful than I thought
Is it more detrimental than I can handle

What is this feeling of missing
What is this emptiness
I don't know what can fill this endless void
No god no religion
Seems to be the answer
No person no love
Can seem to stop this anger
No object no possession
Seems to expel this distress

And yet I continue to search for a way to alleviate
This sense of there being more.
Maybe more isn't the answer,
Am I looking in all the wrong places?
Angels, sing me a song
Guide me to where this alleviation might be

What more can I give
My soul has been sold
My heart split into two
My mind taken apart and put back together

Help.
I don't know what to do.

Oh my love.
I wish I may
I wish I might,
See the stars line up
Tonight.