BELIEVE ME
MY UP IS DOWN, MY LIGHT IS BLUE
LORD, HAVE MERCY, I'VE LOST MY SHOE
IS THERE A FRIEND TO HELP ME THROUGH?
I HAVE NO PAST, I HAVE NO CLUE
MY BRAIN IS NUMB AND I AM TOO
MY UP IS DOWN, MY LIGHT IS BLUE.
I THOUGHT I HEARD A TWISTED VIEW
BUT NOT IN CHURCH, THERE WAS NO PEW
IS THERE A FRIEND TO HELP ME THROUGH?
NOTHING MATTERS; NOTHING TO DO
MY HOPE IS DIM, MY FUTURE STEW
MY UP IS DOWN, MY LIGHT IS BLUE.
IT SEEMS I'VE LOST MY WILL, IT'S TRUE
LOOK FOR REASONS TO TRUST MY GLUE
IS THERE A FRIEND TO HELP ME THROUGH?
WHY WOULD I WANT TO START ANEW?
AND GO THROUGH THIS AND LOOSE MY SHOE
MY UP IS DOWN, MY LIGHT IS BLUE
IS THERE A FRIEND TO SEE ME THROUGH?
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This is a villanelle
Villanelles have destinct order and rules and although I am basically a rebel of rules, Dylan Thomas's poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
struck a chord with me and was partially the reason I started writing and studying poetry about 2 yrs ago.
Villanelles were originally heard from the workers of the fields in Italy..songs that repeated the lyrics, were about loss and were circular in nature.