Doubts Are Traitors
doubts are my traitors
dressed in uniforms of debaters
they argue against ideas into drought
then all-out,bean-sprout they snout
scaring the best ideas into mere fumes
as they groom more fears and fancy flights
they set the looms rolling in broad lights
before they lead the mind into tombs
all empty but full of plumes
Copyright © Bulinya Martins | Year Posted 2011
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