Poem Experiment: Villanelle

When your eyes had died

I saw the colors that held your eyes that way

And the way that the dyes died within your chest

When it dried up and left your heart to decay

And you lied and simply said you are okay

But when the hues are long gone you won’t rest

Because you see the colors hold your eyes that way

And through the stained glass windows you will pray

For the blacks and grays inflamed will just confess

The charcoal you blame for leading you astray

You beg those maimed cruel shades not to stay

That flail and cause you so much distress

I saw the colors that held your eyes that way

You pushed all the old photographs far away

That contorted your veins and let themselves manifest

You soaked the rest with the soft tunes of someday

And then your wounds were outside in display

But at least you were red and purply dressed

And least you now had some hues to portray

I see the colors that hold your eyes that way