22 September 2012
(A little metaphorical story)
I watched it drop, falling to earth. To craters and holes, it gave birth. Not stopping, just rolling, rolling around. Until God found his remaining pound. Using it in a shop to buy his food, He never gave a thought, didn't have a clue. That down here in his pocket, our little world, Was broken, sliced, when his receipt curled. Ignoring his universe he went about his day, Returning home, with little delay. He emptied his pockets, and merely found. Me, left, his world scattered around. With annoyance and sorrow I yelled at him. How could he have been so stupid and dim? What sort of moron leaves a world in there, Then treats it with little love and care. Crying he tried to mend what was, But his chance was blown... The world ended because... He didn't watch, he didn't care, He acted like we wasn't there... I walked away from him that day. Create my own world, and take care of it my way.
©Odd
Pocket Universe • Opuss № I