if I only had (a villanelle) in poetry

everytime I nearly
muster up the nerve
I’m answered by that fear me

descending down from tall tall trees
demanding to be heard
everytime I nearly

answers with such certainty
with such decisive words
I’m answered by that fear me

who could adore this all dearly?
I mean, I guess it once occurred
I’m answered by that fear me

in love in cars or poetry
engulfed by those dire blackbirds
I’m answered by that fear me

yet oh my heart bestill me
I was almost self-assured
everytime I nearly
I’m answered by that fear me

Last updated March 02, 2020