I want what I want, without that villain!: A poem 

Would I keep relentlessly climbing up and down 

this Tree of Fate even if my agility was out of date 

Mum and Dad to relive my gait; I wouldn’t disengage 

thinking my age couldn’t carve out this ensemblage 

I try to be nimble through the limbo; like a jumbo 

repressed in a jail cell, crossing out each day 

on walls, that even with diligence can’t tell 

because time doesn’t dwell; its seconds only fall into hell! 

But I am no castaway on a farflung island 

that destiny seeks to disband, but can I ask for a hand? 

God, who sublimated to mortality, an archaic riband 

You can tell his vulnerability, torn apart by treachery 

There is no omnipotence; it is lampooned by adopted livery 

And he became a slave, asking not why 

all he deemed precious had to succumb to a lie? 

And in my Godhead, I simply ask, don’t pressure me to defy 

I want Mum and Dad back! And all I love, without that hijacker’s stealing eye!