I used to have a lot of worlds.
But, one by one,
They all started dying.
I guess I'm not a very good god
This poem came together in about ten seconds sometime during my Junior year of highschool, my thoughts being something like this:
There are lots of things that we, as humans, try to create. Sometimes they're good, and sometimes we're proud of them. But they don't always last. Situations and relationships fall apart and there's nothing we can do to fix them. We are terrible, selfish gods.
Thank God that we aren't the real God.