"I Wish"
I don’t exist in the real world.
I have a body, and hands, and feet,
like everyone else,
but I don’t exist that sweet.
Ingrained deeper than the pit of mind,
residing in the marrow of my bones,
an inhabitant that lurks,
a pathogen that roams.
I am not depressed.
I grin each day, and mean it,
but beneath that shy facade,
sprawls perpetual, a skit:
“I wish.”
I wish I was good.
I wish I studied more.
I wish I was smarter.
I wish.
Society directs this show,
and I as student act,
dancing in Shakespearean tune,
another endless track.
My demon does not cry,
with me,
but watches from within.
The goading never stops,
and it won’t until I win.
Time is running out,
what happened to forever?
I used to ride eternity,
but now I seldom ever.
I’m trapped on a whirring train,
the plastic toy kind,
with ringed infinity tracks,
and wheels that seize me blind.
My voice is in there somewhere,
I know it is,
because I’ve heard it.
It’s stentorian, and witty, a bold molasses kiss.
“I wish” will disappear,
vanquish into nothing,
scattered like pieces to a jigsaw,
and I will find that something.
I don’t exist in the real world- yet,
my face has yet to show,
but my demon’s gone forevermore,
and pretty soon you’ll know.