What Is A Wish

I wish it would stop.
I wish it would stop.
I wish the pain would stop for a day,
or an hour to rest me.
I wish it would stop.
Oh please let it all go away.

But what is a wish
when there's no one to listen,
when the genies are stories,
and the saints painted friends.
What is a wish
but a blob of self-pity,
or a place we can visit
when we need to pretend.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.