You loved us, your children, so utterly complete.
But we loved you back, hanging you by your hands and feet.
You tried to teach us about a love so grand.
But we were sinful and petty, refusing to understand.
You designed an entire world to provide for our needs.
But we whine, “It’s not enough, give us more, oh please.”
You taught us kindness so we could help each other.
But we would rather fight and kill our sister and brother.
You gave us minds full of creativity.
But we live with little purpose in levity.
You instructed us how to live to make you proud.
But we still turn away, saying we don’t know how.
Yet, you continue to love us with all your warm heart.
But we stand stagnant and cold, like we were from the start.
For Writing 201’s Day 9 Assignment:
Word prompt, cold.
Poetic form, concrete.
Poetic device, anaphora.