Saturday’s Sonnet: Interrogative

Interrogative

Someone asked me today what I enjoy
It’s not a question I’m used to being asked
I’m not used to thinking of the world as my toy
I’m used to simply doing as I’m tasked

If I could have for myself whatever I like
Could I even put a name to what that was?
A house full of presents, a shiny new bike
Being able to just go, just because?

I know very well what I’d rather not get
Pain, hunger, wet clothes, diphtheria shots
Struggles to pay insurmountable debt
Sleeping in a room full of prisoners on cots

But if I could ask God for a gift all my own
I think that I’d ask Him to leave me alone

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About MishaBurnett

I am the author of "Catskinner's Book", a science fiction novel available on Amazon Kindle. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008MPNBNS
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One Response to Saturday’s Sonnet: Interrogative

  1. I find myself being able to relate to the first stanza well. It’s a notion I’m familiar with. I enjoyed reading. 🙂

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