This is my attempt at a villanelle - 19 lines, two rhymed lines, and two rhymed sounds.
It Occurs To Me
As I sit here
it occurs to me
here in my chair
Life appears to be not fair
and nothing really is free
as I sit here
I ponder the future
where will we all be?
here in my chair
Will we be far or near
sometimes it worries me
as I sit here
Would I give it all here
to truly be me, be free
here in my chair
I lift my face to the air
and give it all to thee
as I sit here
here in my chair
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