acceptance

[discriminated]

i wrote another villanelle this morning, since i was inspired by linebyline. this is deep since it took me longer than i thought to finish. then again, emotions were running high and i had to read and reread as each one fought their way through for a chance to let themselves be known. thankfully, i was able to construct an accurate piece(give or take) that described what i wanted to voice out. hopefully, it will portray my inner longing, and if not, well, the readers have their own interpretation. i take consolation in the fact that at least i was able to produce something and in the process, was able to relieve some parts of me in the recesses of my being.

so without further ado, here's the poem:

we squandered the years curtailing combustions
having been used to living in shades of gray.
contented to smile in bitter exhaustion

photographs are proof of nature's transition
but man holds on any tangible remains
and squanders off years to curtail combustions

why do you put out unfamiliar passions?
is religion worth all the tragic delay?
are we content smiling bitter exhaustions?

utter the truth you denied in confusion:
we later become what we ourselves contained
'til squandered years cease to curtail combustions

undisturbed of one's immoblization
cowering in fear the feeble blind now claims
contentment, smiling with bitter exhaustion

sometimes we rot from too much regulation,
why draw lines which evolution will erase?
who can squander years curtailing combustions?
how content are smiles of bitter exhaustion?