Ill-Fated Triage (Villanelle)
By TheUltimateOutlaw
Hope, ill-fated triage for wounds acquired
Along the pathways where we stumbled
In trusting there was a candle in this dark.
Satin finish over bones sheered and cleaved
Blissfully unaware how our filaments crumbled;
Hope, ill-fated triage for wounds acquired.
Insufferable, we who follow so deceived
Heads bowed low to stone; so humbled
In trusting there was a candle in this dark.
Upon a dream in which we once believed
Impossibility; from distant shores rumbled
Hope, ill-fated triage for wounds acquired.
Now, with ache of unconscious soul received
Gazing back to wonder how far we’ve tumbled
In trusting there was a candle in this dark.
How sad, our failing; that which went unperceived
When our conscience yawned and our spirit grumbled;
Hope, ill-fated triage for wounds acquired
In trusting there was a candle in this dark.
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Comments on "Ill-Fated Triage (Villanelle)"
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On Friday, February 27, 2009, Joey
(30) wrote:
This is my fav style of writing. I love it. Keep more stuff like this. =)
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On Friday, February 27, 2009, TheUltimateOutlaw
(43) wrote:
:twitches: villanelles just require.... so much... concentration....