I played God Once

I played God Once

A Poem by Shadow
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Self Expalnatory title

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It started as a joke ,a goof,a lark as it were but spiraled into something else...

At first I could justify it as an experiment something I could at least emotionally dettach from..

I could do whatever I wanted cause I wasn't the target,I wasn't the experiment....

 

 

But the deeper I got the more and more attached I became to my subjects my "creations"

they needed me but didn't know it I had to hold on tight but not crush their wings....

Move them in the right directions without them knowing.

Keep them from harm,even if it meant hurting them to do so.....

Then a curious thing,hurting them brought me great joy...made me feel....happy to see them suffer to hear their screams.

 

And suddenly I knew why "it always rains like hell on the Losers Day Parade"

The drops were from the heavens laughing at us .

And in that moment I understood the universe and everything around me became as crystal

Clear and cold I felt the very warmth of my breath ripped away...never to return

© 2008 Shadow


Author's Note

Shadow
Ignore grammar,this is mostly a jumble of thoughts and very few people will know what

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I love the premise. Love the first person account as the voice of God. I would go harder! Go longer! I was getting warmed up when it ended. You have a great creativity and I wanted to keep reading. Very vivid and sinister though. Good write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Bad grammar aside(I'm not great at it either haha) this piece is a bit dark and disturbing, but not altogether in a bad way. I mean how often do we honestly think of playing God, someone pisses us off and we think I'd like to kill him, though we would never actually do it. Or we hear of a crime and think the criminal no longer deserves the right to live. And science fiction works, such as Frankenstien, creating life for our own purpose. I think it is normal to want to have power over others, it is called a superiority complex for some, it is how far we take that want. Do we just think about it and laugh it off or do we act upon those feelings? I think this piece for you is simply a way to "act" without really "acting" upon your thoughts of power over others. The writing of this piece is what sets you apart from those who would act to harm.

No matter what the true interpretation of the work it is very well developed. I look forward to reading more from you in the future.

Mona Lisa

Posted 16 Years Ago


Powerful expressions and motivations! So often we scoff or rage at the heavens, yet trying to experience the depth of that Sight for one moment, this moment through your words, sheds light on the vastness of all that is holy and unholy. Brilliant insight; heartfelt words!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Shadow
Shadow

Nashville, TN



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