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?

confusionmeclassicism

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