Ten Villanelles- Seventh
7
Finally stopping to catch my breath I am lost now
Knowing where I failed, my very worst decision
Not even recognizing myself, nor the why or how
What good is the field if the farmer cannot plow
Just getting by day after day without any vision
Finally stopping to catch my breath I'm lost now
Nothing inspires, nothing causes that internal wow
Something beautiful ultimately ended in sad division
Not even recognizing myself, nor the why or how
Towards nothingness I move, nothing more to avow
My very own existence has become my dark prison
Finally stopping to catch my breath I am lost now
No sweet nothings whispered, goodbye or ciao
One unseen moment that ended in silent derision
Not even recognizing myself, nor the why or how
The curtain is closing and I will give one final bow
A crash course was set, but there was no collision
Finally stopping to catch my breath I am lost now
Not even recognizing myself, nor the why or how
Copyright © Wayland Bunch | Year Posted 2013
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