Villanelle Poem

The clouds close in on a world of despair,
Creased with age, the leaves begin to fall,
Warmth clings, holding onto my every breath of air.

Lights flash with each passing driver, the light show, a mocked-up fair.
each raindop matches, that tiny bouncy ball,
As the clouds close in on a world of dispair.

Each time I've looked, at the hurricane sky, I've wondered who'd dare
to fight, as it began to call
with warm breath clinging to the air.

The thunder began to flash and scream, a swear
Coming from up above, as I begin to feel so small
The clouds close in on a world of despair.

Each raindrop clings to my skin, I wear
it as a shawl.
Each warm breath clings to the air.

The world so often has seemed like a square,
Leaving the option of walking off the earth to fall.
As the clouds can close in on a world of despair,
And warmth will cling to my every breath of air.