"For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem of longing. You or someone (or something) else should be pining for someone or something. Maybe a cat is longing to get outside the house. Maybe a teenager is longing to get away from his or her small town. And, of course, there's always the longing poem of love."
There is no way this rhymes. More an essay than a poem...
What Do I Long for...
The reality is that I don't long for much.
The Apostle Paul said that he had learned
"In whatever state I find myself, therewith
to be content."
But there are a few things I would like...
I want to own my own house some day.
I want to run away some times. But I don't
I want to go out and sit on the porch with a menthol cigarette and suck the smoke
deep down into my lungs and feel the relaxing hit of the chemicals... But I don't.
I want to go grab a beer...or two...or three. Until I fall asleep for three days. And the pain stops at least for a little while. But I don't.
I want to go running down the street pulling my hair out and screaming. But I don't.
I want a maid.
I want the man I love by my side.
I want to live forever.
I want Papa to live forever.
I want my kids to never hurt.
But I don't get what I want.