A prompt asking for use of repetition is a prompt for me. This one is for NaPoWriMo 2022 day 22.
These days that should be full of light,
begin in rain, begin in grey,
and grow in grey though birds still sing,
the cuckoos and the orioles
among the trees down by the stream,
a spring of blackbirds in the hedge.
Deep night time dark is full of song,
the nightingales that never sleep,
beneath a sky where stars are blind,
and blind the world of men to what’s
above and round about and in
the blood that flows beneath the skin.
Will we always live in grey,
the half-lit hues not night nor day
and claim we bask beneath the sun?
The sun looks down, the stars, the moon,
they see the trenches full of blood,
then, sighing, look the other way.