poet’s hell

pray for me, I’m trapped in poet’s hell
lines like prison bars, there’s no escape
cursed to rhyme in style of villanelle

hear the words repeat, a sleeping spell,
dull enchantment looping like a tape
pray for me, I’m trapped in poet’s hell

knowing in advance the ending well
trapped within perverse poetic shape
cursed to rhyme in style of villanelle

heaven is a dream where poets dwell
fertile paradise of oil and grape
pray for me, I’m trapped in poet’s hell

nausea within is hard to quell
suffering this vile harmonic rape
cursed to rhyme in style of villanelle

lost am I, the tolling verbal bell
echoes – how I wish my words were vapour…
pray for me, I’m trapped in poet’s hell
cursed to rhyme in style of villanelle

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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2 Responses to poet’s hell

  1. Noora says:

    Great work, Frank!!

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