Daily Strife (villanelle)

I get peace in these from day to day strife  
in here the world doesn't barge in on me  
with its gross madness, its hard facts of life  
 
though, I confess, even here I've to strive  
but  a different strife, in here, d'ye see,  
I get peace in these from day to day strife.  
 
My world gets much narrower as I write  
the gross world disappears, it recedes,  
with its madness and those hard facts of life,  
 
Its indiscriminate hate, the bad vibes,  
somehow wrapped in these I become, I be,  
I get peace in these from day to day strife.  
 
Within life's strife will death become first prize?  
this life really kills my identity,  
with its gross madness and hard facts of life,  
 
But within my writes I'm peaceful and blythe
within these writes I discover rightly  
that I get peace within, from daily strife  
and madness in other parts, of my life...