The Monologue of Self Doubt
A haunting piece whose power lies in how it encapsulates the inner voice of doubt, that many experience, but rarely articulate.
Does it feel personal and universally relatable, a fragile cry that lingers in the silence after the final question?
The Monologue of Self Doubt
(A lone voice whispers)
There's a secret place I sometimes go
Where the birds don't play
For all hopes of love and happiness have flown away
A sacred place where the skies are dull and grey all day
Sailing by lonely, with nothing to say
As I pray to a strange God and whisper
Why did you make me this way?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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