I Wish
Poem
I'm off to find the wizard
If only in my mind
Hoping that he's God like
That whispers in the air make life fair
Golden trinkets floating but I can't quite catch them
Too occupied with possibilities of sleeping on a park bench
Where my light would extinguish
So if I may or if I might have the wish I wish tonight
It be for mighty prayers to harness the clouds for heavenly intervention
To stop the hideous, horrible, lying injunction
And my reaction
May the wizard find me home, may the wizard find me hope
May God Bless the wizard to do his part
His steps upward not my chime
Hasten, hasten there is not much time
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Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (9)
Wistful, worrisome, hopeful. God-willing & the wizard be able.
This was so lovely and wonderful! Fantastic poem!
An excellent trip down the yellow brick road
That was great to read ☺️
We all wish we may have the might, nice piece 😊😊
This piece is wonderful ✨😉🧡✌️📝
Very beautifully written!
I felt this would make a great song. ❤️
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