The Light's In My Head - Villanelle

There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead, Though daylight is dimming, through the still open curtain- But the light's in my head; the light's in my head! He lies in a stupor, but calls out from his bed; And he never complains, but you fear that he's hurting- There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead. She doesn't sleep nights, but sleeps daytimes instead; Her breathing's still even, but death's near for certain- But the light's in my head; the light's in my head! First they said stroke, and then heart attack- dread! With the new diagnosis, with death he is flirting- There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead. There's cancer and heart disease, so lightly we tread; It's bad news for sure- her aneurysm bursting! - But the light's in my head; the light's in my head! It's all here inside me now, all that I've said, Now what's left in memory's darkness, I'm cursing; There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead- And the light's in my head- the light's in my head!