Where Art Thou?

oh, great creator of mine, where art thou?
I spend my days alone in this vast world.
I hide alone and think to myself, how?
How could you leave me to the underworld?

Oh my heartless creator, where art thou?
Why hide from your creation, your own child?
Abandonment, how could you this allow?
Why leave me here alive as if exiled?

Oh my cruel creator, where art thou?
Are you with the creatures who are like you?
Perhaps, for they know nothing of me now.
But, death has not ended my search for you.

Unforgivable creator of mine,
I shall find you one day and with you dine.

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It's kind of in the point of view of Doctor Frankenstein's monster. I feel this was some of his thoughts throughout his life. While it isn't fully accurate to the book, I feel this does him a small manner of justice.