The Fake Dungeon

This poem is about self doubt. The Part A is about all the feelings a person who doubts himself feels and Part B is consoling.

Part A:
I gathered my soul bawling and cold,
doubting myself, should I soon fold?
My veins tell my soul,
my behavior is foul.
I am not worth loving,
my goals unfulfilling.
Are my abilities unwound?
Have I fallen to ground?
Unlike when I was sung
and I was profound?
Or is it a phase
unlike everyone says?
Or should I just fold
like I have been told?

Part B:
They say, they say
you're in vain they say.
Don't doubt yourself o child,
it's not permanent if you may.
Fallen men wake up,
set sun rises up.
You'll shine upon your doubts
you'll undo your pouts,
your veins will praise
every voice you raise.
O' fallen forgotten,
the faith don't abandon!
Don't torture your soul
for self doubt is a fake dungeon.

Author's Note

Any punctuation problems? Comment on choice of words.

Reviews

[Storm]

Very inspiring. The message behind this piece is both clear and heart warming. To doubt oneself is a very common ailment these days. To bring hope through poetry is a great use of talent. One thing I would suggest is to use a different word than fold in part A as you used it twice.