Wishes - Poem by Carlos Gutierrez
It was not too many nights ago,
when I turned my head to the amber sky,
and lightly whispered to the man upstairs.
In my whispers, I was pleading.
I tapped my foot on the ground,
and shamefully asked to be forgiven;
the undeniable first step towards one's egocentric, avaricious wish.
I requested to be given somebody's seraphic eyes.
The same chocolate eyes that had once taken me by surprise,
and had disgraced my head to the starving ground.
I had unknowingly asked to be shunned and banished,
for I face them everyday.
And so apparently, He has heard my voice in the middle of the incessant, human chatter.
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