too many reasons, I confess.
I counted the cost,
it’s dark as Hell and I doubted.
I plotted. I feared
no praise, no lessons gratis
for the lost. though blessed,
I gambled in this cold season.
I hardened, in form and
formalities. I thought
a complex poem might help
me. a villanelle,
gratuitous stanzas,
repetition, variation,
drunk and dramatic,
something to show and tell.
a long laborious song,
a skill to buy and sell,
a golden calf, when I
should have known
tears would do just as well.
I fell, my heart sank
and swelled, all grave
vision and scope, but nothing
anyone would recognize as hope

{The dVerse prompt that inspired this poem is drunk.}

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