The Casket of Regret
A Villanelle
Upon the midnight's mournful air,
A spectral voice finds my ear,
The memory I cannot bear.
It speaks of all that was so fair,
A love that vanished, swift and sheer,
A spectral voice finds my ear.
I wander through this cold despair,
This lonely crypt, this chilling fear,
The memory I cannot bear.
A raven in my heart, I swear,
Sits brooding on a silent tear,
A spectral voice finds my ear.
With shadows as my sole repair,
My sanity grows thin and sere,
The memory I cannot bear.
This grief, a weight beyond compare,
Will haunt my soul from year to year,
A spectral voice finds my ear,
The memory I cannot bear.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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