A Villanelle for the Damned

My fear resides in a course unmanned,
Though in fact I see no error,
My life and death remain unplanned.

In straining and moaning I creep from the land,
Tuned to the constant wavelength of terror,
My fear resides in a course unmanned.

It is with asphyxiated trembling I stand,
My manacles entwined by my captor,
My life and death remain unplanned.

My vices in packages crammed,
My voice screams out in silent ardor,
My fear resides in a course unmanned.

With faux-freedom I fly, without time to land,
Even in life I am a martyr,
My life and death remain unplanned.

I already know what I'll never demand,
Answers that lift me from my graveside grasper,
My fear resides in a course unmanned,
My life and death remain unplanned.