Believe

“I believe in ghosts,” I said

“I enjoy how they fill me with dread.”

“Ghosts,” you laughed,

“bored memories of a broken past.”

 

“Not mine,” I state, finger lifted in the air,

“I mean spirits rising, swaying through a misty tear.”

“Ah,” you sigh, “you believe this world before the next,

is ours as no more than a test?”

 

“A spectral test!” I cry

“Oh, but should I die,

my answers will be all too dim,

a fear of what lacks deep within,

when truth revealed, weightless on a dusty scale,

a feather sinking ever lower, causing yawning angels pale

 

and tried and weak and all but meek,

fingers pat on heaven’s gate

ba dum ba dum

a stolen sound from final breaths

ba dum ba dum

my final beats played on holy drum

ba dum ba –

 

– but, oh! A boring life,

of lack of sin

How I but laugh and I do grin,

while gates turn in

my feet brought down on marble floors,

as I venture through Lord’s –”

 

“You lie!”

your voice is cold and raw,

all kinship vanished from before

 

A sigh, a laugh, a sneer, a jeer,

as footsteps gather ever near

How does this darkness,

all consume

this sudden confusion

clouding room

once known, once mine,

or so I thought, in other time

 

I pause, I wait, in silence seek

a calmer mind, until I find

your breath soon whisper beside my ear,

your form silhouette of ancient fear,

“You dare deceive of your life crimes,

as death knell marks your final chimes?”

 

At this I fall before your feet,

a demon I pray never meet

“Oh cruel decider of my fate,

I could not dream at heaven’s gate,

I did once stand,

my toes dipped in blessed sand,

fingertips in reach of forgiving hand.

 

Could not you reach and grasp,

as I do for forgotten past,

a sinner yes, believer no,

never guided down which path to go.

 

If god forgives as I have heard,

then surely redemption I deserve

as by a trickster I was lured!”

 

You stand before my destined door,

I kneel and tremble as afore

A hand does grasp as I did beg,

yet upon unholy pastures I soon tread.”

 

 

Hey everyone!

This is my response to The Daily Post’s prompt Believe. It’s weird where a starting line can go, ain’t it? I don’t know what I intended to do with this when I first wrote down “I believe in ghosts” but here we are iiiinnn hellllll! Damnatttiiiooonnn! Ahahah. That’s right! If I’m going I’m dragging you all with me. Sorry, not sorry, and all that. How else am I supposed to sit in a corner creepily while there’s a party going on?

Anyway, I hope this was alright and that someone enjoyed it. You, yes, you there! You enjoyed it right? Right?!

Okay, time to wrap this up. You know how easily I can go on for a ten page ramble.

Thanks for reading!

 

20 thoughts on “Believe”

    1. Thank you! It’s probably because for poetry I sit there saying it out loud to the point I hate myself, my pen, the empty chocolate bar wrapper on my bed… okay it’s not that bad but sometimes just reading it out a couple of times is enough haha! But thank you again, very much appreciate it. 💖

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      1. Is it because we just spent hours reading the words over and over in our head, out loud, typing them, and thinking about them, focusing on them, that we don’t care to ever hear them again? Well, at least for a few hours? Or is that just me? It’s probably just me. (On about the hundredth time reading it I’m questioning my ability to even understand English anymore.)

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  1. Oh…last stanza. Divine. The whole piece was carrying me along on a mist and I kept thinking I’ll thud to the floor but you kept on flowing and whispering. Brilliant, truly.
    Arbie. ..I’m starting to wonder if there’s anything you CAN’T do. I’m doubtful ❤

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    1. Aaaahh this means so much coming from you! That last bit was a devil. There was actually more too it and it just wasn’t working, then I realized I’d dragged it on too long so chopped it off and resurrected the word afore. 😂 Thank you so much for your comment. 💖😄

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