"Genie In the Lamp"

English sonnet

I'd have to say a wish from me
would be that someone set me free;
its cold and dark and dank and damp
here inside this awful lamp.

A thousand years have I survived
A thousand wishes since derived
But every day I’m still a slave
A wish for freedom all I crave.

A love for greed are wishes three
A pattern I too often see
But if the third is meant for me
Forever grateful I will be.

Perhaps one day you’ll come along
At least I wish to not be wrong.