Interloper (villanelle)

My windswept soul begins to burn

a blaze that turns me inside out.

Thoughts of loss begin to churn.

To the point of no return,

Confidence becomes a land of drought.

My windswept soul begins to burn.

Reality, I no longer discern.

Voices inside begin to shout.

Thoughts of loss begin to churn.

Failure spreads like sunburn.

What makes me fell with such self-doubt?

My windswept soul begins to burn.

For what is it that my soul yearns?

Why do I repeatedly make this route?

Thoughts of loss begin to churn.

Moving past the point of no return,

Battling to conquer this new bout,

My windswept soul begins to burn.

Thoughts of loss begin to churn.