Audrey Haick Poet I do not know?

My Mantle of Doubt

I wear this cloak, a mantel of doubt
Fashioned with invariable pain
Lost in the depths of perplexing thoughts
I exist in this crypt of nothingness!
Let me vanish beneath stormy seas!

Now I dwell deep within the house of cynicism
With no thought of tomorrows, for they're not promised
End this night of constant deliberation
Grant me bitter sweet liberty from approach
Just Let me expire in this deafening silence!

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James Fraser September 13, 2010 at 12:55 PM I think many of us endure the mantle of doubt Audrey, and I do hope many of us come through our storms >> James

John Rhinem September 2, 2010 at 10:07 PM Smile ~ So, chuck the doubts; hold onto "The King of Kings; enjoy "Your" schools new adventures &, "Dream the Dreams" ~ "My Love & Warmth As Always Dear, to You & Your Loves," John! ~ Smile, "Have The Most Beautiful of Tomorrows, 'Beautiful Audrey Carey,' Upon 'The Pristine Mantels of, Everlastings Love;'" Bye Precious Lady!:) ~

John Rhinem September 2, 2010 at 10:01 PM Smile? ~ "Wow, 'Your Majesticness" must have been having a bad moment amid time here dear lady? Although I am hoping that it is simply no more than just a brilliantly expressed creative write of the most intense of profounds deepest emotions...."Your Too Lovely," to never not wish to see but having the most splendid, blessed & happiest of moments ~ ....Cont:)

Carolyn Devonshire September 2, 2010 at 4:17 PM Wow, excellent and deep poem, Audrey. Don't know how I missed this one earlier. I love the way you describe the "crypt of nothingness." I feel like I'm in that crypt sometimes too and expiring would be a relief. Great poem, my friend. Love, Carolyn

John Freeman August 31, 2010 at 12:17 PM (2) For of doubt is illusionary imaginations, while faith produces reality's manifestations of our pure and innocent thoughts; of our source Love. Precept versus concepts, for concept logics are mere imitations of the one precept of Love source. "That is; doubt(devil) of the mind, lies to the faith of the sacred Heart. You did well! Smile! Agape, Moses

Carol Sunshine Brown August 31, 2010 at 12:16 PM Enjoyed reading your poetry today Audrey. Love, Carol

John Freeman August 31, 2010 at 12:15 PM (1 ) Audrey, The depth of your poem here, if understood of one's heart is the excellency of wisdom from the Master above! The precept of pure heart thought has revealed the prison of mind concept doubt, based on perplexing crypt images of nothingness.