poetry

Wish

I wish,
I was stronger,
A real man.
Wealthy,
Healthy.
A better person.

I’m a waist of space but,
At the very least
I’m not who I was 5 years ago. 

I wish I didnt dwell on the fucking past,
And worry about the ever approaching future.

Wishing doesn’t get you anywhere though.
So I better get to work.
Turn a wish to a reality.
Before that wish remains a wish with my fatality.

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