The World I created

I grab the notebook and rush out of the hourse.
Silently I walk, quietly as a mouse.
I walk to the place of my desire.
the words and thoughts burning like fire.
In my mind the paths determined-the route clear.
No pain, no hurt will my world endear.

I take out my pen and turn to a blank page.
going back in time-a different place and age.
the words flow out from mind-to pen-to leaf
Hurt turns to love-Happiness comes from grief.
My planned voyage takes on a different route.
My world takes on a mind of its own-A new shoot.

I am shocked-the words I thought do not fit.
The changes slow at first-bit by bit.
Gradually my main character take charge.
I chose a boat-he takes a barge.
A friend I found for him becomes his foe.
The changes he made continued to grow.

I started out creating a perfect world.
All of that changed swirl by blue swirl.
The water once so warm and  blue.
Turned brown and sticky like glue.
The trees majectic, green and tall
Were killed-the cut and did fall.
My animals created for pleasure and fun
Were chased, hunted, killed, out of fear the run.

I created perfection for my folks
Scrambling all of this they did like yolks.
A tear travels my cheek and spatters.
To allow my creation free will-all that matters.
My Utopia washed away in rain.
Ow my broken heart the pain- the pain.

Johnny Nesbitt

I signed my work but in my head an idea grew.
I turned to a fresh page-I will start anew.
Try again to create a world- and make it right.
My will and determination- I will fight.
I create a world then set it alight.
Creating a man and woman giving them sight.

J. Nesbitt