I Am Thinking Of Letting You Go Poem by Rik Bertrand

The creation of your world was of my doing,
You are here for my leisure and recreation.
Do not think that what you do will change the world
For I have molded the universe to fit my own needs.

Just one of many small balls of existence, just one.
I do not always see your progress or your faults.
There are times I see you at war with one another,
And times where I see a few trying to renew the world.

You world was created by me, but you are its guardians,
Over time you have failed, without heading the warnings.
I must tell you now, the time of rebirth is coming again,
And I doubt that I want to observe your future trials.

I have been contemplating crushing the tiny ball of your life,
Bringing to dust all that you were and would ever become.
Too much disappointment has weathered my tired soul,
So I must, with no sorrow, think of letting you all go.
Dust in the wind.