My solitude comforts
Doubt, like a lover's lie.
His fickled fingered
Digits chokes my heart.
Second guessings elevated
to thirds, fifths, and sevenths.
Crippling and seducing
what ego and self reliance
I have, away.
My solitude that comforts
Doubt. Betrays me.
I have no solemnness
nor reassurance.
I can not banish Him
I never welcome Him
But yet He stays.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC
My solitude comforts
Doubt, like a lover's lie.
His fickled fingered
Digits chokes my heart.
Second guessings elevated
to thirds, fifths, and sevenths.
Crippling and seducing
what ego and self reliance
I have, away.
My solitude that comforts
Doubt. Betrays me.
I have no solemnness
nor reassurance.
I can not banish Him
I never welcome Him
But yet He stays.