I’m not enough for all there’s to see,
it's a sin to let this life pass me by,
I’ll let the madness and fire devour me.
A million minds and all their dreams,
I live for stories which end in goodbyes,
I’m not enough for all there’s to see.
Nights dipping in cups of camomile tea,
lamps flaming shyly, awaken my eyes,
I’ll let the madness and fire devour me.
A wonderland hidden meekly under a tree,
places which let you touch the sky,
I’m not enough for all there’s to see.
Words pour like honey into an amber sea,
like songs that sing to themselves and cry,
I’ll let the madness and fire devour me.
You say we’ve seen the world, have we?
Only so much faux wisdom I can disguise.
I’m not enough for all there’s to see.
I’ll let the madness and fire devour me.
I’ll let the madness and fire devour me.
I like how you use the form of the villanelle to bring out the constant desperation of the poet persona's life passing her by while she misses out on all that is important. Really wonderful and vivid images too.
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