How can I not have doubt
when doubt has followed me relentlessly?
when doubt has entered and led me
when doubt has fed me
till I am full…
full of all I believed in… being denied
maybe existing only in my own broken heart
in my broken mind
my now broken soul
all that I have left is doubt
every picture I see already tainted with time
every hand I shake… dirty with corruption
every love… left wanting an answer
an answer I could never give
doubt is who I have become…
I look in the mirror and doubt is all I see
staring back at me… laughing
tormenting my already tormented mind
till I can be tormented no more
…I doubt?
