Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

Midnight Wish

By: Mike R Newton

A midnight wish,
A wish to thee.
You know not the hurt,
Upon, that to, me.

I cry to thy self,
That the burden be gone.
Only to find,
That my life, in a game, upon.

The things I have given,
The love I adore.
But, it is all too hard,
And is, but, no more.

My life has so little,
Enough to fit a dish.
And without you, I have
Nothing more... than a wish.