By: Charles Keppler
I made a wish
That the world was mine
How sublime
To rule the lands
To rule the seas
To rule you
I had thought
With you by my side
I’d be complete
You could come
With your dress undone
My fantasies be done
But a cage
Was not meant
To hold an angel incandescent
Your wings
Could not be spread
Nor your soul be fed
Your song
Was left unsung
And it, I ached to hear
I came
I saw
I conquered it all, and yet you
You
You knew better
You could see through my hollow heart
I
Convinced myself
The more I had, the more I’d feel
You
Left
Knowing that hearts only fill from an internal well
This poem is a response to response the November 2018 Perceiver's Prompt: "11.
For this month, we’re asking you write, create or produce around the number 11. Eleven. One one. XI. It could be an eleven line poem, eleven focal objects in a piece of art, eleven parts of a bigger story—whatever you want. Get creative! Get funky! Get controversial!"