Roaming Villanelle

by Shontay Luna
(Chicago, IL USA)

"Tears are Pain's offspring."
I said, picking each word from the sky,
but don't stare at me with fallen eyes.

True beauty comes from cherishing what's all around.
Appearing unreachable except on whimsical occasion and
Tears are Pain's offspring.

Somehow I can never touch the lives of those around me.
I can't blame their suspicion nor pity the paranoia
but don't stare at me with fallen eyes.

Is life a mere constant state of constant rambling?
I dare someone who begs to differ while
Tears are Pain's offspring.

Call me selfish, selfish in my
desire to break away from the shadows.
But don't stare at me with fallen eyes.

Nothing really matters, important events
fading as soon as they're born.
Tears are Pain's offspring.
But don't stare at me with fallen eyes.

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