When All Seems Lost - A Poem

Misty grey eyes, torn forehead

When all seems lost, there is no way

Wrinkled palms, sore earthly feet

Close your eyes, and silently pray

Torment inside, serene deity

Flesh, blood, broken in vain

When all seems lost, there is no way

All that’s left is remorseless pain

Dejection, you say, you bright star

False ceiling, ray of hope, fantasy

Close your eyes, and silently pray

That the pseudo sun goes down the sea

Herd outside, flock inside

A step ahead, bent unto thee

When all seems lost, there is no way

Close your eyes, and silently pray

I wrote this modified Villanelle out of a feeling I always get whenever there seems no way out for anything. I imagine myself in a prayer house, kneeling with folded hands in front of God, and trying hard to wash away all the pain that was most likely caused by my own sins. I sin because I am human, made of flesh and blood, and no matter how hard I try, I will sin. Hence, time and again, I cause pain to my own self, and my mind goes back to the prayer house. One such instance brought the above lines out of me.