I Doubt
I Doubt
This vain and empty Solitude,
Burdened with grief, wherein I brood,
On all I lack,
My mem'ry black.
I doubt the world was ever good.
Such brokenness lives in my soul,
Of emptiness the night is full.
Each whisp'ring thought
A bitter draught.
I doubt the broken can be whole.
A keen, deep longing dwells within,
My heart, yet all is black with sin.
No light to see,
Nor wish to be.
I doubt that light has ever been.
In emptiness I cannot feel
Nor thoughts of goodness e'er congeal,
From shadows deep.
My hope doth sleep.
I doubt that friends were ever real.
Yet only as my own heart would,
Feel and think, the shadows could,
By hope be slain.
Have faith again!
I doubt – this is my Solitude.
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Whoa, this is incredible O.O
ReplyDeleteWOAH!!! HOW ARE YOU THIS GOOD OF A WRITER???? This poem is PHENOMENAL! The rhyme and rhythm work so well, and I can't even believe how good it is! Wow!!!
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