Little Sperling Poet Villanelle

Chance

I found myself ‘mid fools that follow Fate,
Against all that I thought I once had known,
And, like all other fools, I am too late.

I thought myself so wise to shun the bait,
And yet, despite the efforts I have shown,
I found myself ‘mid fools that follow Fate.

But such is how one lives when crossed with hate,
I fear and want what might have been my own…
And, like all other fools, I am too late.

It never was a choice of go or wait,
And, to this day, I cannot leave my throne.
I found myself ‘mid fools that follow Fate.

Although I eat, my hunger never sates.
So after all I’ve seen, I stand alone,
And, like all other fools, I am too late.

I fear I’ll stay forever at the gate,
‘Till all I am is dust and bits of bone,
I found myself ‘mid fools that follow Fate,
And, like all other fools, I am too late.

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