The Weight of this Pain
A Villanelle
My mind is a mess, tangled too much to maintain,
Without your touch I have nothing to feel.
My heart grows weary from the weight of this pain.
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You're a work of art, I'm nothing more than a stain
A smudge on your canvas to wreck the appeal.
My mind is a mess, tangled too much to maintain.
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A flower in the dark can't bloom without rain.
The colour fades as the rose pedals peel,
My heart grows weary from the weight of this pain.
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This feeling I've hidden is too much to contain,
When I dreamed of true love you were the ideal.
My mind is a mess, tangled too much to maintain.
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Why live in this world when I have nothing to gain?
My treasure was lost, a love that was real.
My heart grows weary from the weight of this pain.
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The thoughts in my head too in-depth to explain,
The scars on my chest too broken to heal,
My mind a mess, tangled too much to maintain,
My heart growing weary, from the weight of this pain.
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
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Comments (1)
This is a wonderful poem! Your use of vocabulary is elegant and I really admired how you began the second and third stanzas: "You're a work of art, I'm nothing more than a stain" and "A flower in the dark can't bloom without rain." I really felt the depth of this one :)