I wish I had an umbrella
to put above my head.
Then I'd be dry and safe
from the sky so high above.
I wish I had solid roof,
one above all my things.
Possessions piled on top of each,
kept away from life's bad news.
I wish I had a warm blanket,
one that I would burrow inside.
I'd find my space and never leave
this comfort hole, life displaced.
I wish I had a drug filled haze,
medicated to be numb to the world.
No barbs will reach the special place,
immune to all in sleeping destiny.
I wish I had dirt filled hole,
I'd crawl inside and never wake.
Just plant some grass on top
to freshen the world above.
I wish I did not wish these things,
escape leads to death in these dreams.
Safety spirals to this extreme,
one space removed from those that love.
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