So this is a villanelle that I wrote for my college creative writing class, and I thought it was good, so I'm posting it here for all of you. It's about imagining my greatest fear (losing my hearing) and what I would feel about it if it became realistic. So drop a line when your done and let me know what you think.

There is no music anymore.

The wind is cold as the grave.

This is a state that I abhor.

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The gulls are flying above and soar,

But don’t make the sound I crave.

There is no music anymore.

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To Him, of this do I implore,

Since it is something I cannot save.

This is a state that I abhor.

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I realise I am losing more,

While feeling the spray of the crashing wave.

There is no music anymore.

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I’ve never let myself cry before,

An action my pride never forgave.

This is a state that I abhor.

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Only from memories come the sounds, I pour

Down the wasting canals into the endless cave.

There is no music anymore.

This is a state that I abhor.