Doubt


In my darkest moments I am alone
How do you trust the things you hold so dear?
These thoughts consume me to the deepest bone
Why does it plague me to such a rapt fear?
Plague, such a strange word to describe my doubt
Faith should be enough to cure the question
So shall this be our final blowout?
No, it will be my final accession
I decide to possess this suspicion
It is my beloved and I am his
I commit myself into submission
What's to be said of giving into this?
Kind words? True love? Happy life or blind faith?
Surely it is the presence of a wraith

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