O! To Be Held By You Once More!

I don't know how long I can hide this grief.

My sobs restrain and howling quell.

This life is short and Time's a thief.

~

Cutting true and deep as I seek relief

The sadness seeps and pools but won't dispel.

I don't know how long I can hide this grief.

~

I can't give it substance, no words debrief

No charm or chant my jagged slogging pain dispel.

This life is short and Time's a thief.

~

How can Spring appear and trees greenly leaf?

I'll not bloom again, trapped in this icy-leaden shell.

I don't know how long I can hide this grief.

~

My love- I'll write you, by ream and sheaf!

But how to send it from this cold eternal hell?

I don't know how long I can hide this grief.

This life is short and Time's a thief.

~

This is a villanelle, with a strict and repetitive form. I think it lends itself well to the monotonous worm of sadness and grief expressed in this poem.

Thanks, Vocal- I would not have attempted this were it not for your Challenge.

Comments welcomed!