I stay up late sometimes, and I pretend.
I dream with all my heart for soul and life.
I pray that G-d's not left to Her device.
For, after all, it's *I* who fix and mend.
And how would you all act if I were it?
Ah, yes! now I can let reveal my plan!
I've been your G-d for all since life began,
And you should bow! Here's how it started-- show:
Please! Raise the curtains on a tiny town,
Where commoners are dancing as they sit,
And go about their business saying "NO!"
To all but ME-- I am their G-D-- they DROWN.
And I, a simple woman in their midst,
APOLIGIZE for being HEAVENLY.
Just as my daydream starts to crystalize,
I wake, with certain feelings of surprise.
Oh, how could I be be lur'd into that suckle??
Insanity's black hole, or, else, G-d's chuckle.
Author notes
WHAT?
oh, power.
SO INTENSE.
sorry for using Your name, b-t-dubs.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Ha. Nice poem. "Please! Raise the curtains on a tiny town," is a very good line, gives me this image of a stage. Like Shakespeare's quote about the whole world being a stage, and we are but mere actors.. yeah. Nice!
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