Belief - a villanelle

I really want to shake hands with the guy who invented these, he was evil.


I find this hard to believe
in the last we see of today
to the last of the paths we leave

for all the help we'd receive
for all these problems in play
I find this hard to believe

because the one who came to deceive
in his own, heart-broken way,
to the last of the paths we leave

... and when we find we can breathe
brought to the white that surrounds the gray
I find this hard to believe

the truth that we thought we'd cleave
became false when we thought to pray
to the last of the paths we leave

but all that we thought to perceive
is what we'd find would stay-
but I find this hard to believe
on the last of the paths we leave


I'll get another poem up here soon, too, since we're not meeting 'til next week.