Deathwishes

yes there are three of
us
that makes a company
that day when it is about to rain
but doesn't

we are three
wearing white and i am the bad one
wishing death
for the other one that we do not like
to be with us
but will always be a part of us despite
our deep dislike

it is the truth
that death-wish that is there but we do not like to admit
it is there
speaking, singing, teasing, taunting
and no matter how we silence it with our handkerchief
they all speak
louder
singer wildly
teasing
badly

yes we are watching the burial
of a death that comes true
we are silent

do we have the same mutual wish for each other?
i am sure.
i do not wish to be the bad one forever.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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