Lost Dialogue (Villanelle)A Poem by ConstanceThis one speaks for itself, I think. You may want to chuckle, you may want to cry, because yea, it is a little true sometimes, what I've mentioned here.I had a long conversation with my internal dialogue I must tell you, she wasn't playing very nice She told me I'd been lost, within a toxic, gray fog
I had just awoken, really been sleeping under a log I wasn't quite sure just how to obliterate the ice I had a long conversation with my internal dialogue
Deep deep down she was, in my mind's foul, muddy bog Amidst myriads of things I didn't want to live twice She told me I'd been lost, within a toxic gray fog
It didn't just have one in it, my throat became a frog It finally managed to croak out a plain sorry, thrice I had a long conversation with my internal dialogue
With her I couldn't blame anything on some low dog None but the one who's speaking, sans disguise She told me I'd been lost within a toxic gray fog
I heeded, and now I have my mind set on de-fog She's alllowed me a glimpse of my every daily vice I had a long conversation with my internal dialogue She, ...I'll not again be lost within a toxic gray fog!
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 6, 2008 Last Updated on July 7, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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