[ Doubt ]

An introspective piece that discusses doubt and uncertainty.

What abyss is there
In anything but doubt?
Fleeting in it’s hold
As I am but less devout
While only mind can hear
Unless it’s spoke aloud
Just a shadow in a thought
Needing heed for its surmount

Distance, separation
Maybe that is where it’s held
Where truth has been abandoned
And all of hope is but dispelled
Where love is but a word
Oh so easily withheld
That we form into militias
To wage in war as we rebel

Tyranny, it calls
To be our propaganda
To tell us who we are
Until we’ve grown into a slander
The rules that they expel
Are like chains we couldn’t handle
And when the flag waves in the sky
We salute to our commander

The sins of our fathers
The allegiance to a master
So abused by its act
We’ve found comfort in disaster
So amused by the pact
That war’s become our capture
Life so easily expelled
All existence is in a fracture

Canyons opened up
To the corruption of a cistern
Poison is the water
Yet we drink it as an intern
Burning who we are
Until we’re reduced to a cinder
Shaming us from love
Until all we are is a sinner

Left within a cavern
No means for our escape
This darkness overbearing
Blinding us in hate
We wanted something else
Yet our dreams have seemed to fade
Till all that’s left is doubt
With no hope for anything

A simple cause to question
To steal your will of life
To keep you veiled from seeing
Refraining you from sight
To keep in fear of freedom
So you will never fight
For life is far more worthy
When you’re basking in the light

We have all been charged
To be held to an account
Convinced to fear the sentence
In how our burdens will amount
But if truth will bring us freedom
Then we cannot do without
For there is not a verdict
In anything but doubt

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