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