NaPoWriMo · NaPoWriMo 2019 · Poetry

#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 24: ‘A Quiet Death’

Finally found a time to write a Villanelle, possibly my favourite of all poetry forms, though I rarely manage to write ones that I like.

I at least don’t hate this one:
 
A Quiet Death
 
When we weren’t watching all of it decayed,
for those who look, it’s pretty plain to see
our time is running short, and I’m afraid.
 
We somehow missed the moment we first strayed,
and rambled down the wrong route still in glee.
When we weren’t watching all of it decayed
 
to rotten rust that too soon will be made,
by but a tiny nudge, only debris;
our time is running short and I’m afraid
 
of what we might become when it degrades
just leaving us with sickly memory.
When we weren’t watching all of it decayed,
 
and we let it, rose-eyed, with no mind paid,
dull ears closed to warning horns and pleas;
our time is running out, and I’m afraid,
 
so afraid, that this poor world we betrayed
is fading and may have died already,
when we weren’t watching. All of it; decayed.
Our time is running out and…I’m afraid.
 
 

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