A Villanelle: I Grieve before the Daytime turns to Dusk

I grieve before the daytime turns to dusk

My supple skin goes deep within mind sight

Detach from me you veiled scars of aging

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Trees of features fall away in season

dip down and cry a song to heavens sky

I grieve before the daytime turns to dusk

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Songs were sung our voices melded singing

How man can’t crush the clock of hidden sin

Detach from me you veiled scars of aging

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My day will come like yours have done in vain

Life of sin, dust from scripture breathing in

I grieve before the daytime turns to dusk

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I lie in wait the days pass by with grace

When Christ- mas comes we all will smile again

Detach from me you veiled scars of aging

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The beat of my heart stop, escape, lub dub

stone cold face, eyes closed, leaving the world here

I grieve before the daytime turns to dusk

Detach from me you veiled scars of aging.

A/N : Inspired by two good friends of ours. I thought they were going to die. Both ill. Both didn’t show up. But yesterday they did and it made my heart sing. It made me happy enough to complete this poem. It’s first state was ugly. Needed lots of edits. Thank you if you got this far. Please press that hollow heart, hit subscribe and comment down below, because I was afraid to write another Villanelle incase it wasn’t as good as my first one. A Villanelle to Palo Santo. But who cares. Thank you so much once again 🤗♥️🙏🏽