I Think I Made You Up Inside My Head

March 23, 2009
By ben eldredge BRONZE, Cincinnati, Ohio
ben eldredge BRONZE, Cincinnati, Ohio
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I think I made you up inside my head
While thinking on the cause of life and death.
I wondered what it is that makes us dread
The final exhalation of our breath.
I pondered what it means for us to live,
And thought of what it is that lets us love.
I searched for why my heart cannot forgive
The lack of mercy from the one above.
Long ago you filled men's hearts with fear
And threatened retribution from the sky.
With feigned love you all but choked us near
Until us mortals dared to ask you why.
When storm clouds part, no trumpets bled
Their song. I think I made you up inside my head.

The author's comments:
I wrote this during a free-write in creative writing. My teacher had given the class the line "I think I made you up inside my head." I thought about it for a minute or two and realized it was in perfect iambic pentameter, so I wrote a sonnet from it. Months later, while reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, I discovered that she had used exactly the same line in one of her villanelles. Rather, it was her line first, and I copied it unknowlingly. Fortunately for my legal well-being, my poem goes in a different direction.

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