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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