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.