Villanelle 2

Here is my second villanelle. This time a more depressing tone. I was hoping to capture the obsessive thoughts nature that many people have associated with the form.

This time I use iambic pentameter. I'm satisfied with the results, though there are some weaker spots. I think I've done better with rhyme in this one than the last, though.

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The ones who do not live in fear are blessed.

They live in paradises they design.

My trembling spirit never gets to rest.

To know the swell of courage in my breast...

And never to my cowardice resign.

The ones who do not live in fear are blessed.

So many dark, depressing thoughts molest

This tortured, tired, tender heart of mine.

My trembling spirit never gets to rest.

Despite the many times I have confessed,

I'm granted no relief by the Divine.

The ones who do not live in fear are blessed.

And now with doom I find myself obsessed.

I find my very life force in decline.

My trembling spirit never gets to rest.

I wonder what the brave ones would suggest.

Can nothing in my life be anodyne?

The ones who do not live in fear are blessed.

My trembling spirit never gets to rest.