Poetry Corner

The God That I Am

I never thought there would be

An all-powerful, all-knowing,

All-loving entity.

 

But here I am, and here I am not,

Fulfilling my wishes and taking stock of my lot.

 

I'm a writer by trade, a god by necessity.

I create lands, people, buildings, and the

Stories that come from them, come from me.

 

No one thanks me for it, I don't even get paid,

But if I put words in their mouth, it wouldn't be the same.

 

I can only create so many characters,

I can only keep up with so much.

Every plot twist and new addition is an afterthought.

These beings are so one-dimensional, and I out of touch.

 

There's none to compliment my work,

Because after all, there's none left.

There's none to talk to, none to really love,

But at least I can't worry about copyright theft.

 

I can take out my anger by destroying my imperfect

Worlds, sending in floods, earthquakes, give the sun a glare;

I can set up rivalries, hold massacres, allow conflict to rise.

But it means nothing to me, I can't even care.

 

So I wait alone in my room in the dark, 

Being the excuse of the god that I am,

Being faced with a truth that is real and stark.