Shadows of doubt pirouette across the skeptical heart's floor,
Varied opinions rapidly closing freedom's open door
A kaleidoscope of differences, such mystical non alikeness,
Doubt, the demonic force, causing such a miserable mess.
Doubt that keeps our caged souls forever locked away,
Hesitation defeating rationality, come what may.
Our hearts ignored, forgotten are their deepest desires,
Wishes to touch the sky, quench passion's deepest fires.
Doubt is the inescapable entity that keeps us apart, my dear
Uncertainty fueling our heart's every unknown fear.
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Doubt, the only unconquerable enemy we have.
Isn't it ?
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Poetry#14 on 8 March 2017 Poetry, Prose. Words bled from the very soul. Musings of an occasional poetess. 'Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. It is an abstract art, and I am, but a mere artist ' - Edgar Allan Poe ©wordalmaniac 2016