White Walls

Villanelle I wrote

Only a single landscape is ever to enthrall,
a child of one color, contrasting color of the free,
a silhouette, against a white wall.

The child holds his spot on the wall, but would like to be seagull.
Yet, the motionless dream of the sea,
only a single landscape is ever the enthrall.

Though, feeling safe at night, the kid bares neglecting a call.
Whimperin’ off to sleep, asking if he is meant to be,
a silhouette, against a white wall.

“Oh darlin’, this place is meant for us all!”
But, while they epitomize who he doesn’t want to see,
Only a single landscape is ever to enthrall.

Stuck in time, in the motion of stumbling, but never to fall.
Finding comfort In that as (a sense of security)
A silhouette, against a white wall.

Listen! Where left for so long, in the process of being demolished and replaced by a shopping mall.
The kid's head rests in the dirt and sings, “Oh it is to be dirty!”
Dirt is the only a single landscape is ever to enthrall,
the silhouette, against a white wall.

The End

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