Doubt Has a Space of It's Own
“Doubt” is a lonely place when once it takes its hold.
Do pay close attention or it will have its toll.
“Doubt” is a lonely place, for no one wants to share.
They say misery loves company; but “Doubt” is hard to snare.
Elusive “Doubt” hides in shadows and slowly it takes form.
Opaque thoughts dwell, swelling in dense clouds of despair.
Left all alone, “Doubt” harbors fear, blinded by confusion of lore.
So take my advice, use haste, and quickly vacate “Old
Doubt's” dreary space;
Have no “Doubt” that only love of self, will
overcome this insipid place.
Copyright © Karen Abbott | Year Posted 2008
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