Why this dreadful choice I must make
depression and heart go hand in hand
I have no other road to take
a life like mine is only a fake
physical pain I can withstand
why this dreadful choice I must make
there is no magic power I can wake
this cursed bottle becomes my wand
I wish there were another road to take
against this thirst I cannot slake
no will is left with which to stand
why this dreadful choice I must make
coals of hell I must always rake
this coward’s life was never grand
I sought no other road to take
deep inside my soul begins to quake
I lift my gun with a trembling hand
what a dreadful choice I must make
there should be a better road to take
SkramblinGeezer 
Excellent….Super piece. Love the repetition of rhyme and rhythm – brings into sharp relief the feeling of ‘going round in circles’…
Well chosen….. rhyming of ‘…ake’ and …’and’. Very Good!
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Thank you very much. The villanelle has long been my favorite. I love the constant repetition and the intensity it allows one to place on a chosen topic. Again, thank you!!…:)
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