One Last Wish

I'm holding the pillow tight,

kissing my thumb good night,

wishing they were someone special,

but wishing is all I'm able.

 

I'm wrapped up inside my blanket,

as I think of my life of repentant,

wishing for emotional height,

instead of this cold lonely night.

 

In my head I picture tomorrow,

just another day of sorrow,

wishing I'll find true love,

staring at the ceiling above.

 

I know wishing never helps,

but action is always complex,

and before I could ponder why,

I'm wishing this day goodbye.

Reviews

[Nicholas Hallows]

I enjoyed this. It made me think of those thoughts you have as you are falling to sleep... they always seem of philosophical importance yet you never remember them in the morning. Also the loneliness of this strikes me and I can relate to that. I love the lines:

wishing for emotional height,
instead of this cold lonely night.

In its simplicity this poem says a lot. The title's ok too... :)

[xXx JakBeNimble xXx]

the simplicity of this poem keeps you wondering...
i thought it was good...
i think everyone has expiernced these feelings once or twice in thier life