I have learned that the
taste of failure is
bitter
and it stings the tongue.

It had been a wonderous idea.
A world
where peace was prominent, where
I was god.

Where evil was banished,
and the dreaded sickness
known as human disdain and contempt,
was unknown.

But I was young,
and foolish.

Soon I was cursed with a plague of my own:
boredom.

I looked toward my brothers' and sisters' creations.
They had wars, and fantastic literature
that spoke of rebellion and oppression.

My creation,
my world,
had no fantastic literature, or
debates.
Even the people,
seemed to be plagued by boredom.

But that of course,
was not the last of my failures.
It seemed failure and mistakes were
the only things I could properly make.

The people began destroying the beautiful
trees and animals,
my beloved wildlife......was soon gone.

My siblings laughed at me!
They didn't offer their words of wisdom!
It seemed only the mortals gained their love,
but I their brother,
was left with nothing.

I soon learned of my mistake, of why
my mortals
had destroyed my blood
and flesh that kept their world fruitful and beautiful.

It was because I did not curse them
with evil, death or sickness.
They simply continued to grow,
like sick weeds
they planted seeds
and took over my garden, my world.

For weeks I screamed, and cried for my blood,
the birds and monkeys,
the fish and the flowers.

For weeks I held back tears
while grafting back my skin,
the tress and land,
the oceans and grass.

My fury continued to grow, almost as fast
as my siblings taunts and mocking.

Yet they did not worry,
my little clay humans.
They prayed to me,
and laughed,
and smiled.

There was no war.
There were no debates.

But then,
these foolish creatures,
these humans,
dared to steal form me!

No!
No more!
I had screamed.
They had taken my blood, my flesh,
my siblings love,
but they would not have my eyes!

So I destroyed them all,
by turning my back on them,
and leaving them to themselves.

Soon,
my creation
was nothing at all
but burnt cinders,
salty tears,
and dead promises.

And still my siblings laughed.

I went to scream at them,
but I could not see them.
I had gone blind.

I had nothing.
And without my eyes,
I could not make anything.

And still my siblings laugh.