When darkness falls and your sins you recall
the paralysis can leave you feeling captive
and it's hard to find joy in anything at all
*
You can fight it, hold it off and make it stall
Until you have nothing left really to give
when darkness falls and your sins you recall
*
The dead of the night, can make you feel small
When you can't see tomorrow, death's attractive
and it's hard to find joy in anything at all
*
The voices in your head celebrate your fall
The worthiness of your life feels subjective
when darkness falls and your sins you recall
*
Even when morning comes at the dawn chorus call
Your past mistakes can feel too hard to forgive
and it's hard to find joy in anything at all
*
You need to make a choice, to stand up tall
Face the day and decide you are going to live
When darkness falls and your sins you recall
and it's hard to find joy in anything at all
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: First attempt at a Villanelle ever. I am not the biggest fan of strict rules, as you probably know, when it comes to writing and poetry. Unless they are rules I have invented, haha! Anyway...this was trickier than I thought it might be.
Still not sure about it. But...it's not my last attempt at a Villanelle either.
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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