Suffering:
A Conversation Between Me and the Cosmos
"Why do you allow us to suffer?" I cried
To any deity or angel or demon
To any ascended master
To any spirit high or low
To any elemental being
To any ghost
Or speck of dust
Or invading microbe
Or molecule, atom, electron, proton or neutron
Which might chance to hear me
"Why do you create things of beauty only to allow them to be destroyed?" I demanded
"I want to know who is responsible for this!" I declared
I wondered aloud how something so magnificent as this cosmos could come to be
Without even an iota of divine intervention
I decided that it could not
But the creator thereof must long ago have pissed off
To any rate, this is the only thing I can imagine to be true
For as I gazed up into the night sky
At the myriad of stars
I was as alone as ever
Having, as always, no answer to the question
Of why we are born
To suffer
~Opal~
Notes:
Like Ellie yesterday, I deviated from the prompt. The prompt was to create a poem which includes a conversation. Technically, mine does, although it is a one-sided conversation!
