NaPoWriMo-Day 8

wishes

when you were alive
I wished you were dead

you were the butt of my jokes
and the cause of every problem

when you were sick
I thought it was repayment

the fulfillment of your evil mind
proof of a just god

but then after time
I just saw you were sick

like good people I knew
the ones I agreed with

for whom such a fate was unfair
proof that god doesn't exist

and

when you were finally dead
I was sorry

that the time I spent hating
and joking
and twisting in the sheet of my outrage

that I wasn't doing
the things I knew
were the right things to do
to balance out you