This was written rather quickly, suggestions are MORE than welcome- I cannot stress this enough.


The wish will be made.
When the clock reaches 11:11,
In our bedridden state.
The wish will be made.
The weariness consumes us,
As the diagnosis is deadly,
To our closing conversation.
My breath grows weak from,
The death of a dying day.
But as the death of consciousness passes.
The life of dreams is born.
For 11:11 is a time for wishing,
The wish will be made.
And tonight I wish for…


Thanks in advance.