WISH SEEMS LOST? FOREST HILL, December 2010. My name was Joan I was young, enjoyed poetry I had a wish to love and to be loved Fifteen days left for the New Year I became a loser in the words of my friends Stockings, savings, home Oh I lost them all My eyes are wet as rain With the sorrow of the pain I have nothing left in this deserted path Than to pestle my existence of incessant despair. Fate took me to London Bridge Where I could utter my last wishes. MANOR PARK, December 2010. Death was her name In her eyes were kindled flames A mermaid with crisscross falling hair Tales of her existence recorded She was the ‘taker of lives’ God fulfilled her wish Sending her to earth to love Death was blood and blemish Like a lost girl who has no worries Fate took her to London Bridge Wandering her feet around with a bottle Of alcohol. LONDON BRIDGE, December 2010. Fate must be questioned Hey! Stop! Hey!! Stop!! Hey!!! Stop!!! That ...