Here's my first villanelle and the first poem I've written in a really long time. So, it's a little rough around the edges. (be nice!) It's a rough draft, that I'll probably spend more time on cleaning it up:
Stop Me Please
My head hung low so that no one could see
I squeezed through those grooving on the dance floor,
While hoping someone will notice me leave.
In a room full of people, I felt so lonely.
So, I fled the party and left through the door
With my head hung low; no one could see.
Yet I began to walk away slowly
Maybe then someone will stop me for,
I was hoping someone had noticed me leave.
I left to be alone and solitary
‘Til I couldn’t hear music anymore.
My head hangs low, but maybe someone will see.
Who will follow after I flee?
Someone to ask what’s wrong or
Someone, anyone, that noticed me leave?
Somebody stop me please
Am I really that easy to ignore?
I hung my head real low; now no one can see
But still, I wished someone had noticed me leave.
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