poetry

~ Doubt ~

~ Doubt ~

Not so sure anymore
Of myself
And everything I thought
To be true.

I guess we all go through this
So sure of everything
Then life blows us away
To a new place
Where we don’t recognise
Much at all.

I search for the sight of something
That speaks to my confused soul
The same thing I’ve always done
On this strange journey of mine.

I don’t know how to do this life too well at all
Plans and positions are not for me
My best efforts are often not enough
And I can’t seem to see things through.

I’m a malfunctioning machine
That shouldn’t have been manufactured
I’m a disorientated pilgrim
Wandering in a desert.

No chance it seems to ever straighten myself out
And have some final clarity about it all.

But still,
Something within demands an answer
And like a lost animal
I crawl forward to it

But I only move in circles
Returning to the same old place
Of tiredness and confusion.

That confusion grows
Life seems like a dream
My eyes look up to the sky
A sad wonder fills my head.

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