Doubt

so many there before me like rings inside a tree each left a different taste behind on your tongue and memory how do I climb the ladder that’s missing too many rungs? how do I crawl inside the mind where all the portraits are hung? some have been deleted but they left behind a trace at night when you are sleeping I can see them in your face I dream of misconception until the dawn’s fresh light the sun shines on refreshment a chance to get it right trust lays on the coverlet but it’s too hot to use a sheet covers up a body with one leg moving loose I throw a log on the fire lighting a candle so we can see the shadows flickering slightly on the wall in front of me can I erase the legend that all of them point out? am I just another flavor have you any doubts?