Almost God

He was almost a God,
He could create and destroy.
Yet treated like a Dog,
And naught more than a toy.

Almost God tried
To be nice to all.
But people cried:
"Down with you, thrall!"

And Almost Dog barked:
"Silence, you fools!
Being kind of heart,
`Tis too good for you!"

But Almost Dog subdued.
`Twas not what was to be
There was naught to do,
`Cept be free.

But Almost God did yell:
"Yet I can`t be free!"
And then he was quelled,
`Cause Almost God was me.

Author's Note

A more or less unfinished poem, though i do not know what it`s missing. Maybe it is fine as is, but something about it bugs me.

Reviews

[RayXor]

this is good it could use a bit of retouch on the last two sections but it is still awesome

to me it reads as a statement of self control not sure if that was the point but i like it

[Psychotoxin]

Thanks!
Self-control was one of the things I was thinking about, when I wrote it.

I`ll try to see what I can do about the last two parts. :)