Attempt at a Villanelle

Maybe I’m stoned, I can’t tell

Everything these days feels unreal

Undone, a journey to hell


Both plant and prison share a cell

Walled in as if to conceal

Maybe I am stoned, I can’t tell


At three’s the tolling of the bell

A death, it might reveal

Undone, a journey to hell


Mouth sewn shut, it says farewell

What’s fake is often real

Maybe I’m stoned, I can’t tell


The bucket lowered in the well

It’s water you cannot feel

Undone, a journey to hell


Screaming out a silent yell

Fear looks on with zeal

Maybe I’m stoned, I can’t tell

Undone, a journey to hell