A Villanelle

I don't think I believe in fate, he said
Frowning as we waltzed across the floor
Perhaps it's just coincidence instead?

As we danced I wished that I was dead;
Dear God above, this man is such a bore!
I don't think I believe in fate, he said

In his arms, my caged heart felt like lead.
I don't think I can take it any more.
Perhaps it's just coincidence instead?

I wish he'd dance with someone else instead.
I think perhaps this time I might implore.
I don't think I believe in fate, he said.

But I cannot forget the tears I shed
When the one I love walked out the door.
Perhaps it's just coincidence instead?

And so I dance despite my mounting dread,
Still grieving for the man that I adore.
I don't think I believe in fate, he said.
Perhaps it's just coincidence instead?

Reviews

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... ah ... biting and brutal ... exquisite poetry ... these lines are so powerful ...

I don't think I believe in fate, he said.
Perhaps it's just coincidence instead?

... and they are wonderfully woven into the narrative and steer the reader into the depths of this poem with skill and elegance and a haunting sadness ... beautifully written ...

[Ruth]

Now, this is impressive:)
A real contradiction happening:)
Fate, a tricky subject to voice, awesome job!
xx