Though I have written poems before, this is my first attempt at writing a villanelle. This poem describes my current state of mind:
I can’t take this anymore
Meaningless life, mundane activities
My days have become such a bore
Who won who lost, who is keeping score
Life’s a RCT filling up my cavities
I can’t take this anymore
I don’t even know what’s next in store
Nothing to celebrate, forget festivities
My days have become such a bore
Bending over backwards or lying on all four
These are some of my hyperactivities
I can’t take this anymore
Knocking hard on a closed door
No response akin to lost connectivities
My days have become such a bore
Lying unclothed on an empty shore
Waiting for a wave to take me in its captivities
My days have become such a bore
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