08 Aug 2016 – Villanelle

How long can a soul press on, undaunted,
insisting their unseeing eyes weren’t blind?
You were never what they really wanted.

Streetlights shining through, no one responded.
Had you been seen might they have been inclined?
How long can a soul press on, undaunted?

Were you right to see yourself as taunted,
embittered at a mob you thought unkind?
You were never what they really wanted,

mere unnoticed noise to ears so vaunted,
a rumble where the lowest bass recline.
How long can a soul press on, undaunted –

self-worth in the face of darkness flaunted?
To spectrums rarified were you aligned.
You were never what they really wanted,

no one heard a sound in halls you haunted,
so now fly free from petty hearts that bind.
How long can a soul press on, undaunted?
They were never what you really wanted!

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