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07-21-08
by Ava Blu
as she takes eight tubes of my blood,
i wonder if i could have been saved
from all this;
this,
that i don't have a label for yet,
i could have saved myself from.
but i used to wish for death,
wish for some rare disease;
now it seems i am getting that wish.
07/21/2008
Author's Note:
i want a new wish
Posted on 07/22/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 07/22/08 at 04:52 AM i wish for death too, in a (more special than any of the others) way.
but i dont want to feel like that, because it starts to create itself in a manifest of will.
especially a will as strong as yours. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/23/08 at 03:03 PM I'm always interested in the sharp contrast between what we want and what we suddenly realize we had no business wanting in the first place. As always though, you pose the question better than anyone I know. |
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