Privilege Poem by Mark Woelkers

Privilege
Are you my plague?
What deprives me of sleep
Of sanity
Of days when I can dream,
Think of the stars
Appreciate any other beauty than hers
Privilege
A glutton made of me
A whining child unworthy of the task
Of her affections
Begging for such sweet sustenance
The warmth of a requited love
Privilege
Bestowed with health and home
Endowed with opportunity
Gifted with education
Bequeathed with remembrance
And yet
I'd trade it all away
Every comfort
Every gift
To make her feel like I do
To make her want like I do
To make her dream like I do
To see the beauty of my vision
A life with peace
A life with love
A life with her