A Drunken stupor of grandeur
veiling your eyes
causing an illusion
which soon will vaporize,
Occupied with greed and vices
you hardly see a thing
you believe this is eternal
just wait for it to fail,
You feel you’re significant
in your ephemeral life
playing your trivial games
and rejoicing triumphs,
I am since beginning
creator of time and space
I define infinity
made you for something else,
Numerous like you
have bitten the dust
You’re nothing but
a speck in this vast universe.
Deep and lovely poem.
Thanks Emma. Glad that you liked it.
Good One!
Thanks! appreciate your comment.