Why I Believe

underdarkness's picture

Breathe, you cannot help me breathe
nor can you guide my way
for you’re holding a disguised gasp.
I only need a reason to believe
where in love told, I dare not speak
to those who scream this name allowed;
a name I cannot speak myself.

It’s a resentful memory
of the skies lost to reality.
I seek time away from heaven
and inside my mind I dare…

And oh, the rampant lies of old
and yet, anew, these lies will tell.
Alas, this heaven will not wait
for one such as me.

This heaven isn’t waiting
and all just might leave you now
and all just might fall downward,
and all just might wake in hell
to the laughter of children.

What do we have to do to let you know
that heaven isn’t here; it’s home.

In hell a smile is but a pretense
to hide a crippled soul.
In hell your smile cannot hide
what eyes can tell; they burn.

In this hell, I froze, froze, froze,
and in hell the flowers grow.
And you call this place heaven?
Oh, in hell they know my name
where inside I my mind I dare...

You ask, you dare, you mind to ask
what makes me believe.
I believe what’s true in my eyes
and that’s all the world shows.
I believe in what is present
and not in what word may show.
It’s in my hell I’ve created
where what I believe is loved.


Hyacinthus's picture


Very interesting, full of passion, I like it! I really enjoyed the third to last stanza, it's very intriguing, full of insight. Keep up the good work!

"Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes."
- The Iliad (bk. XX, l. 315), (Bryant's translation)