You Know

 

Worry?

Do not.

It’s fine

You know.

 

Don’t lie.

You don’t

Believe

I’m real.

 

Yet if,

If so,

Then who,

Made you?

 

“The world,”

You say?

Perhaps,

It’s true,

Says I.

But then,

Why try?

Why lie?

Why die?

What good,

Is it

When none

Can hear?

 

You try,

And fail,

And try.

Why not

And hail?
I’ll help,

You know.

 

Your lies,

My eyes,

Can see.

Your face?

No mask

Can hide

From me,

You know.

 

Don’t see?

It’s fine.

Maybe,

Your free,

From my,

Restrain.

But please,

Don’t flee.

Wander,

Wonder,

But stay,

Don’t stray.

 

You don’t

Need to,

Know all.

Yet please,

Do try.

Because,

I want

To hear

You say

“I know.”

Author's Note

This story was originally written for Writer's Window, but was never posted. Therefore, I'm going to reuse the Author Note from Writer's Window...

I'm still trying to understand what I've written here. If no one noticed, every line is only two syllabyls (sp). I noticed, at least for me, it gives the writing a certain ring to it...I'm beating around the bush though. I wrote this almost as if it were an epistolary poem from God. I have issues regarding religion, that I don't enjoy talking aboutin public. The two best way to start a fight is to talk about religoin or politics. The best way to end that fight is talk with an open mind. Which is why I'm leaving this poem open for interpretation, instead of giving my input, although this is one of my more straightforward poems. I realy don't know what more to say on this. I shouldv'e posted it days ago, when I was in a better mood.

Reviews

[amailleia]

its very good...i didnt get the religious sector of it until i read it again, though. got it now. now its screaming a little actually. still, i like the direction it takes things

[ShadowHaze]

When I read this, I thought of religion and such. I have issues with what to believe... is there really a god? is there really a heaven or hell? why? what? how? when? where? when you go into science, none of this can make sense with what science tells us... so whats what?

Well, this poem kinda sorta asked those same questions, but in a better form, lol. I enjoyed reading it.