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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© 2009 TheUltimateOutlaw
Published on Thursday, February 26, 2009.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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Comments on "Ill-Fated Triage (Villanelle)"

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  • Joey On Friday, February 27, 2009, Joey (30)By person wrote:

    This is my fav style of writing. I love it. Keep more stuff like this. =)

  • TheUltimateOutlaw On Friday, February 27, 2009, TheUltimateOutlaw (43)By person wrote:

    :twitches: villanelles just require.... so much... concentration....

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