Friday, March 4, 2011

Villanelle Poem

I need to take a pill.
My head feels so light.
I feel so ill.

Now I have a chill,
This doesn't feel right.
Where is the pill?

How long till,
I regain my sight?
I've never been this ill.

Everything is feeling still.
I have to keep up the fight.
No one has this pill.

The darkness is starting to fill.
All of the fright.
Why am I so ill?

This isn't a thrill.
What will happen later tonight?
Without this pill,
I've become so ill.

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