Wishful Words Poem by Ashleigh R. Gardner

All around are the wrong answers
black, dead flowers
superman without his powers

falling off the buildings
they are listening
to the whistling
to the wind singing

looking forward to another tomorrow
with half the sorrow
sitting on the next row

down from the church pew
waiting for you
so i can tell you
that i love you

but this love was an abomination
grossed out half the nation
wasting contemplation

and i can't keep from laughing
can't believe what's happening
and i can't keep from screaming
your image is just teasing

i don't know what to say
i don't know which way
my conscious may sway
so keep my mind at bay

with your wishful words
calm me with your wishful words
embalm me with your wishful words