I am God

I am Satan

Though a nut lacking a shell,

 A worm without its cocoon,

At a tender age, I lost my shell

But

Like Caesar’s bear, tied to the stake

Though, I braved the machinations of fate

 A colossus, I stood against the tides

 Though the earth shook

The air thundered

 The lions roared

 And the heavens fell.

I may not have soared with the eagles,

But I cruised over mountain tops.

 I may not have dined with kings and princes,

 But my table never lacked.

Why! Did i not improve upon my state?

I took my other self.

 I built a nucleus

It might not have been perfect,

Oh! But how enviable it was,

 Each component giving such joy

The mountain no matter how big,

With centuries is eroded by the ocean’s spray.

The cotton cloth ignored in the dark,

Decades later, is but dirty shards eaten by moth.

When was this sand

Plastered within the fabrics of my hut

That the bricks are tumbling before me?

Is this my fate?

Were the seeds of this destruction

Planted

Or though built with finest bricks they be

Fall they must?

For like small irritations in the gut

Before the forceful vomit,

I look at my yesterdays

And wonder at how wrong things have gone.

I can’t see the wrong.

I see hate in their eyes.

Their piercing eyes accusatory;

Like the thief in the night,

The hand up Mona Lisa’s skirt.

Trouble has sneaked in and peace has fled.

They had what i never had;

I provided the basic needs.

Gave them a shell, education, food

Yes, i provided for them.

I am God.

But they spite me, they spurn me.

In so much words.

Even the silent ones with eyes

Bore into my soul their dislike.

I am God

I have no fault.

Aye i have no fault.

What? A voice, in the wind:

“that is your fault

You are God

Because you tried in your way,

Your best.

It just wasn’t good enough.

Yes you provided for them,

But you provided only some.

Education is not all, encouragement is something;

A shelter is necessary, a home is a necessity,

Food for the body is good. Happiness is for the soul.

You are Satan;

In their eyes.

You slay them, browbeat them, slash at them

With your tongue;

With your criticisms,

Steal their happiness

With constant naggings.

When they fall, present it as proof.

When the script is read, it becomes simple;

Your person can be understood.

But how difficult to understand.

We see them battle;

Both natures.

And frown with dismay

The many times the worse

The victor becomes”

Life ‘s events gives me lessons

Upon which i found other events.

If this so far my fortune has been,

Will

Like small tides that makes the mighty wave

These misfortunes lead to some disaster,

Or like the dark night that turns black then lighter