The Impossible Release
A Villanelle of Obsession and Afterthought
It’s not as if I thought of things before I made my peace
But afterthought is what consciousness brings
My visions will not cease. There will be no final release.
In the beginning, thrilling, a dark forbidden caprice
I feigned moral apathy as my obsession spread its wings
It’s not as if I thought of things before I made my peace
Clearly, I, gorging, my obsession fecund and obese.
Who among us would pursue such disgraceful things?
My visions will not cease. There will be no final release.
Will this sordid compulsion ever (never) cease?
I exploit the unwilling, and unlike the bee that stings
It’s not as if I thought of things before I made my peace.
I am blinded, my mind a grotesque cerise
My head echoes their screams, it rings and rings
My visions will not cease. There will be no final release.
I recoil into darkness as surging urges increase.
The afterthought (my conscience) is what still clings.
It’s not as if I thought of things before I made my peace
My visions will not cease. There will be no final release.
About the Creator
Stephanie Crain
I write like I live—inside the liminal spaces of possibility. I embrace the mundane and the chaotic. As a poet, storyteller, and creative provocateur, it all comes alive through my words. Expect to feel. Expect to think. Expect to stay.
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