This sonnet was intended to be a commentary on the complexity and unfairness of the universe by a mentally unstable narrator.

The volta is intended to be a cliffhanger that pulls the rug out from under the reader, forcing them to question the reliability of the aforementioned narrator. Hopefully, each reader gleans something different from this poem.

Creating Eternity

I once heard that we are made out of dust -

Specifically, the dust that comes from stars.

So naturally, inquire I must,

Because doesn't that seem to raise the bar?

I once asked God where it is he came from –

He never answered my humble query.

It might just be that I am Earthly scum,

Or perhaps he simply didn't hear me?

I once fell in love with a pretty girl –

She believed in God, but never in me.

And so let the doubt and pity unfurl,

We aren't made from the same stardust, you see?

However, this was not a source of stress,

But who knew forever caused such a mess?