Wishful Imaginations Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Wishful Imaginations


Imaginations running wild, imaginations running out,
With its own creation,

Nights with the sailing moon,
Across the pondered throne,

Here he was a complete royalty,
Instead of this unacknowledged poverty,

Here he was always waiting, within the castles of his dreams,

The constant denial he had failed,
And in this riped old age,

Recovery from the years of inflicted harms andabandon was a figment of his wishful immagination,

Wished it did not happen.