Wishes of a Drudge
(more bad poetry)
Such longings I have!
wishes of a drudge,
messenger boy,
tool of the living.
Oh that I could live!
I call out to beauty,
“Come into my life.
Soothe this glass-paved road.”
Caress my lonely skin.
Chase away this chill.
Fill this empty place.
Walk with me
and speak kindly
as I carry
this load.
Stir my mind.
Ignite my imagination.
Kindle my desire.
Inspire hope.
You don’t have to
carry anything.