We’re on a treadmill for some time, my friend,
let us forget that tomorrow we shall pass away,
we’re a burning cigarette, let us burn to the end,
The night shall often whisper to remain deadened,
only love could resuscitate the heartbeats to stay,
we’re on a treadmill for some time, my friend,
Bugles creep through cracks, bloodied flag ascends
to the ominous sky, still, for us, there is another way,
we’re a burning cigarette, let us burn to the end,
The dance of carnage by the cruelest hand sends
icy shiver back to the hatred in our head that once lay,
we’re on a treadmill for some time, my friend,
thousand miles from the horrors, heroic code blends
the haunting music still fresh in our veins today,
we’re a burning cigarette, let us burn to the end,
we rummage for hope every day, pray to mend
hollow souls, seek forgiveness for the games we play.
we’re on a treadmill for some time, my friend,
we’re a burning cigarette, let’s burn to the end.
Your villanelle flows really well and the rhymes are particularly well chosen. One of my favourites on this blog.
ReplyDeleteI love how you used the treadmill and not something else. This symbol of moving and yet, not getting anywhere is extremely well chosen. And the cigarettes add the perfect nihilistic touch.
Thank you for your comments:)
ReplyDeleteYour analysis about the treadmill is right. Although i’ve also used it with an alternate meaning as well, which is to be entrapped in a job that is full of drudgery and confinement.