Sonnet: My Claydolls

Fiction, as I'd like it to be.

"My creation, you have come to life,

Your birth brings me pleasant joy,

In this world, you would foster strife, 

And I had made you many foils,

My creation, you have come to learn,

All the bitterness and happiness life has to offer,

In this world, the governor is stern,

So cry not, even when you have lost your lovers,

My creation, you have come to realise,

That not all sacrifices have meanings,

Once again, you came to me seeking advice,

And now I tell you to ask your feelings,

The truth, I trust you've heard it too,

Your creator does not love you."

- Dan Rastley

... An appropriate ending, to pen these frustrating feelings.