#WritcoPoemChallenge
If only wishes can come true,
I have one or two or maybe a few,
And they're all about you,
Eighteen hours a day
Where I'm trapped
In that space between wakefulness
And the dream
To be there for you is my main aim.
I'll go mad if I have to sing
Or play my pipes or drum
I'll just kill myself.
And if this life's gone
And you've turned your back on me
Or you're not waiting
But your days are numbered,
I will keep on living,
Miles and miles and miles away
Or if you come back
Or ask me to come back
When you're better,
Or when things have changed,
Or when you're standing there
In the aisle of the theatre,
Or if you're across the country
Looking up to the sky
I will not degrade
nor will my love for you,
Imosa.