Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Poetry Project, day 8- Villanelle



Be yourself, the friend did say,
against the change of unkind time.
The self you are won't go away.

You may keep inside, your thoughts at bay,
go through routines, life's steady mime.
Be yourself, the friend did say.

Good intent won't win the day.
Hidden deep, a wish in it's prime.
The self you are won't go away.

To make one side come and stay,
dig past the doubting layers of grime.
Be yourself, the friend did say.

Empty sheets beside where you once lay,
filled in a dream, an upward climb.
The self you are won't go away.

Rage: gentle thought will soon decay,
but hope, I promise, will always chime.
Be yourself, the friend did say.
The self you are won't go away.

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