Poetry #14

"And the genie said,
What is it
your heart
wishes?"

The little boy thought,
What is it
That I
wish?

"Be it great riches
Or eternal glory
and fame,
speak."

But the boy continued
to stay silent.
He doesn't
know.

"Perhaps to live forever,
to see worlds
beyond eyes
see

Or maybe great magic
or limitless power
Pray do
tell."

The boy looked up,
He knows what
to wish.
"Speak"

"Tell me a story,
A sad one.
Make me
Cry.

"Tell me a story,
A tragic one,
Make me,
Miserable.

"Tell me a story,
An unrequited love,
Make it
Unfortunate.

"Tell me a story,
One that will
Make you
Tear

"Tell me my story,
In heavy melancholy.
Please do
Tell.

"Will that wish do?"
The boy spoke.
The genie
thought.

He so desire anything,
Yet he wishes
to just
cry?

Is this a jest?
Mistake some sort?
He wishes
Sadness?

Surely, I heard wrong.
I'm sure I
Misheard him.
Tragedy?

Any wish he desires
Nothing more but
strange melancholia?
Absurd!

"Is this truly what
you wish for?"
The genie
asked.

"Yes," the boy said.
"It is what
I want,
Please."

"May I ask why?"
the genie asked.
"I don't
understand."

"You could have anything,
Your heart desires
Anything, anything
else.

"So why do you
Wish to cry?"
The genie
Cries.

"Can you grant me
my sole wish?"
The boy
spoke.

"I do not wish
To tell you
More about
me

"Except for what is
My heart desires,"
The boy
said.

"But if you so
not grant me
my wish,
goodbye."

"Tell me, little boy,
Are you happy?"
The genie
said.

"Or perhaps you aren't
Or I might
be wrong,
right?

"But seems to me,
You're living a
Tragic, sad
Life."

The boy fell silent,
The genie knew.
He is
Right.

There was nothing more
To wish for
The boy
left.

His wish perhaps granted.
But did the
Genie did
Anything?

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A slight variation to that silly two word poetry I'm making. Now it became a conversation. Maybe I should just wrote a silly little convo. Or perhaps a silly little story.