Wishes Poem by Death's Shadow

The knife,
resting on bare skin,
wishes,
to be reunited with it's red lover.

The child,
staring out the window,
wishes,
for his father to finally return.

The young girl,
standing on the ladder,
wishes,
for all the voices and pain to stop.

Me?
I wish for it all,
for the voices and pain to stop,
for that childs father to come home
so he doesn't turn out like me,
and for the knife in my hand
to be reunited with its lover.