Pandora's Cloud

I pondered the ways of life the day it was opened. 

Would the big black cloud that pooled out of the clay pot they called

‘Miracle’

Kill us all?

In ways, it is ironic they didn’t let hope out.

No hope, 

No end to the torment and demons taking our bodies.

Hope,

And there would be the thought of freedom in our hands.

Instead we all suffer now in the depths of our depression.

Sickness,

Death,

Jealousy,

Abuse.

All this never would have happened if Pandora would never had opened her Clay pot.

I don’t envy their daughter,

I feel bad.

She has to live in a world that suffers from it’s own mistakes.

But then again,

Don’t we all?

I pondered the ways of life the day Pandora's cloud swallowed my whole.