Poetry / Sunny Nights Villanelle

Death comes easy.  Sleep does not.

Heavy eyes seek refuge, wandering a sunlit colored room.

Many nights, my life, a dream now forgot.

Deep thoughts in boiling beds rot,

And cold walls devour my body, making ready a tomb.

Death comes easy.  Sleep does not.

Through many sunny nights, a dream I've sought,

But I tire and sink into my sheets of blue.

Many nights, my life, a dream now forgot.

The late hours have me blood shot.

I pretend to dream.  In three, two...

Death comes easy.  Sleep does not.

One.  I feel my brain beginning to clot.

Maybe there was a cut.  Maybe that's the clue.

Many nights, my life, a dream now forgot.

I have become immune to the dark.  Need a shot

Into the veins to carry me into bloom.

Death comes easy.  Sleep does not.

Many nights, my life, a dream now forgot.

Reviews

There are no reviews of this item.