Tossing and Turning - Villanelle

Tossing and turning I feel my distress,

My room lights are on and bright,

But the day is dark as night.

Upon my heart my right hand I press,

As I stare inwardly at the ungodly mess,

Tossing and turning I feel my distress.

The sky’s colours have taken flight—

Cement has become our new delight,

And the day is dark as night.

My mind and body are uncomfortably tressed—

Like a loose chicken about to be undressed.

Tossing and turning I feel my distress.

The sea is calm today—

No distant flurrying of shouts of fright.

But the day is dark as night.

My eyes are clouded with strands of stress,

And my breast alight with spite.

Tossing and turning I feel my distress,

But the day is dark as night.