DAMAGED DOUBT

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JOURNAL #6

is there any real cause for defiance or doubt

and should I hold my tongue in my head over this

or release a blood curdling shout

all unfairness in the end gets forced out from behind

its elaborate mask

and each man is called up to his temperament's task

and in his own tortured truth he'll be forced to bail

out or bask

then only to be chased through the grounds of hell by

dastardly demons from his wretched past

in this line of the devil's own drafting I would not

choose to be the last standing man

you see, the flames of hells frantic gamble I would

never carelessly fan

for I truly believe in the argued idea of one soul

one plan

I won't let myself jump from the fire into just any

pan

nor from any difficult situation have I ever backed away

from or ran in what needs to be done I know my limits

so there for know that I can

can get the dreaded 'musts' out of the immediate way

and see my fellow man as just a mere man not a god

with faulted feet of clay

give to me a faithful yet broken soul over a self

defeating one any decided day

and I would be thankful and content for whatever else

should come what may...................

(written March 23, 1992 am)










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I really like this poem...nice job...

palewingedpoetess's picture

again............

thank you so much. M.