My First Villanelle
Why do I survive in a world so cruel?
I'd like a life without war.
Why should I remain a fool?
Why should I obey the rule?
I'd like to relive the before.
Why would I remain in that pool?
Must I stay where angels ridicule?
I'd like passage through the door.
To places where demon's fire fuel.
Must I dwell where troubles make full?
Of me, I'd like to leave the floor.
And fly up high the clouds of wool.
What can I do to the handful?
Of melancholy pressed firmly to the core.
Agony and pain in a mystic whirlpool.
What can I do about the misrule?
Of power placed at sights I abhor.
Or might coiled in a bad spool.
Of strength drained in a world so cruel.
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