The Depressed MasochistA Poem by H.L. CerveiseI just now realized I should warn readers, many things I write can be taken in different ways. To be honest that is my intent; however, if you take offense, it is you that take it that way.
The Depressed Masochist I was surrounded in darkness. The essence that was me was engulfed in nothingness. Chaos was my only companion. Something was not right, and I felt very alone. I said, let there be light and billions of stars came into being. They seemed alone and incomplete, so I gave them planets. It was perfect and brought some meaning to my soul. Something was not right, and it all mocked me by its silence. I created eternal entities that would worship and adore me. They bowed and sang of my greatness. My every word enthralled their every fiber. It was perfect and brought some light to my eyes. Some rebelled and turned against me. Something was not right, and it all seemed hollow. I put ethereal transitory life on the planets. They lived and died in the blink of my eye. It was perfect and brought a smile to my face. Simple life had no concept of me and did not fill the gap. Something was not right, and still it felt meaningless. I created a being in my own image. They were given the image of my very soul and mind. It was good and brought warmth to my heart. They saw me, and my presence delighted them. Even so, they disobeyed and turned their back on me. Something still was not right, and it was perfect no more. I did all this knowing the past, the present and the future. © 2018 H.L. CerveiseReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 8, 2016 Last Updated on December 18, 2018 AuthorH.L. CerveisePenn Yan, NYAboutI am a computer consultant and creative writer. I should also tell you a number of my writings are inspired by on-line encounters I have in virtual worlds of various natures. Often these worlds spill .. more.. |


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