-Watching-

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm not sure if I want to call this a poem. But for now it will serve.

Submitted: April 18, 2008

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There was such beauty
In this, my world
Where there are no cities
No industry
No corruption
It was simple
It was pure
Forests grew where they please
Filled with the creatures it nurtured
I sat atop my throne of stones
Watching
There was such peace
Such perfection at first
There are no wars
No crime
I just sat and watched
Dictating over seemingly trivial things
But it was not for me
This life
So I presented a new creature
To teach the others
One capable of solving problems himself
And with him came intelligence
And with intelligence came order
An awareness and gratitude
For the peace I had given them
They worshiped me
And with worship
Came dispute
Looking back
It had started before then
Every action one man made
Another condemned
But I was too happy to see
They called me a god
And I let them
But soon they began to demand things from me
They pleaded to give them what others had
Or what others lacked
I tried to tell them how to earn what they wanted
And when that did not work
I simply tried to force them to understand
And that is when I realized my mistake
If it can be called so
I had given them peace
But only when there was no freedom
And with there intelligence
Came understanding
And with understanding
Free will
And so they rose to overpower me
But they already held the power
I could not bare to destroy them
My children
So I fled
There were those who stilled believed in me
Though they were alienated
They said I would save them
And they prayed for my help
And so to them I gave it
Not much
I learned from my past mistakes
No man can be truly free
And truly happy
Death was my way of controlling them
But I am sympathetic
Even now
And so I gave them souls
Their true life
Souls cannot be destroyed
And so I watched
For thousands of years
From my secluded throne
Kings were born
And destroyed
Empires rose
And fell
Blood gave way to blood
Many gods were born
Not by my hand though
I was content watching them
Watching my “peace”
My world
I was tempted at times
To correct my “mistake”
When men claimed me to obtain their desire
And when they blamed me for their mistakes
But I could not act
And so I merely watched
For many thousands of years
Simply watching
For there was such beauty
In this, my world.


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