The Green Void (Villanelle)
By: Nicolas Abusada
I wake to observe the swirling shapes of the void that surrounds me,
Eyes slamming shut, hands over ears, my actions are of no avail.
The screaming chimes of meaningless green are all that my eyes can see.
I used to believe my life was normal, no worry to be gleaned.
All that is for naught, as I view this life’s truth in its full detail.
I wake to observe the swirling shapes of the void that surrounds me.
The world I’ve known is only a facade, hidden in the sea.
Any attempt for liberty will only ever FAIL.
The screaming chimes of meaningless green are all that my eyes can see.
It would not matter if it was all thrown away like debris,
Yet I still care for my false existence, though that care may be frail.
I wake to observe the swirling shapes of the void that surrounds me.
The promise of love for me, I have always felt, was guaranteed.
I have only myself, those around me, the ones and zeros, hail
The screaming chimes of meaningless green are all that my eyes can see.
My only desire is to escape to a true reality,
And live among those who have tipped in their favor, life’s greatest scale.
I wake to observe the swirling shapes of the void that surrounds me,
The screaming chimes of meaningless green are all that my eyes can see.
Eyes slamming shut, hands over ears, my actions are of no avail.
The screaming chimes of meaningless green are all that my eyes can see.
I used to believe my life was normal, no worry to be gleaned.
All that is for naught, as I view this life’s truth in its full detail.
I wake to observe the swirling shapes of the void that surrounds me.
The world I’ve known is only a facade, hidden in the sea.
Any attempt for liberty will only ever FAIL.
The screaming chimes of meaningless green are all that my eyes can see.
It would not matter if it was all thrown away like debris,
Yet I still care for my false existence, though that care may be frail.
I wake to observe the swirling shapes of the void that surrounds me.
The promise of love for me, I have always felt, was guaranteed.
I have only myself, those around me, the ones and zeros, hail
The screaming chimes of meaningless green are all that my eyes can see.
My only desire is to escape to a true reality,
And live among those who have tipped in their favor, life’s greatest scale.
I wake to observe the swirling shapes of the void that surrounds me,
The screaming chimes of meaningless green are all that my eyes can see.
Writer's Statement: My inspiration for these poems are the ideas of both creative and emotional thought as well as the abstract and seemingly random that can be interpreted in several different ways. I enjoy writing about intriguing subjects in general as I believe they inspire interesting discussions about a variety of topics.