I feel like a wishing well
Deep and nearly empty
I'm taking up buckets of water
To drown myself in self pity
I want to kill happiness
I want to pop a child's balloon
And make him dropp his ice cream cone
I want to be the unsettled woman's cigarette
That leads to her lung cancer
I want to pour myself a bowl of happiness
Pour in milk
Let it sit
And throw it away
I want to be a girl's heartbreak
I want to lean in for a kiss
Pull away
And laugh
I want to throw buckets of blue and black paint
On every red and yellow painting ever
I want to apologize to every artist
And cross my fingers
I want to prepare a steak
And leave it a foot from the lions cage
Because the bucket in my wishing well
Has stopped half way
I'm choked up and bitter
Like the bucket I watch hang midway
And the water that sat in the well for so long
Or maybe I want to be loved
And give love
And plant a garden of sunflowers
Just to lay in them and say
'I never want the bucket to come up'
So I cut the rope and watch the bucket fall
I'm throwing chance like dice
And as I watch the dice roll
I see the face yelling 'Love! '
And hoping
Joshua Tracy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rewind-and-play-rewind-and-play/
