Beata Agustin Poet Rhyme

King of Terrors

In my life, the king of terrors is doubt
Leaving me marks of stressed countenance-pout
Robbing the joy my heart strives to shout out
With its skeptical sneer and mocking clout.

Terrorizing most, doubt breaks me apart
Attacking resilience of strong jumpstart
Letting me feel down, though I know I’m smart
With its frustrating blow and striking dart.

Behind my serene glow, doubt lurks to show
Spreading rumors of sorrow’s painful woe 
Hindering winning smiles for blessings’ flow
With its gloomy news and bad tomorrow.

Against perseverance, doubt works indeed
Crushing my persistence toward fall’s breed
Stopping triumphant soar upon need’s creed
With its unbelief-seed and shame-filled greed.   

Now, winning from doubt’s adversarial test 
I must trust truth of best triumphant quest 
Vanquishing deceit and falsity’s zest
With faith in God Who can conquer doubt’ pest.

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Alison A Smith nee Howarth August 25, 2026 at 1:58 AM A heartfelt and encouraging poem, built in strong rhyming quatrains that give the speaker’s struggle with doubt a purposeful, forward-moving rhythm. The repeated portrayal of doubt as an adversary creates unity, while the final stanza offers a sincere, faith-centred affirmation of hope and perseverance.