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Doubt
Thoughts heavy, burdened by the stress
Of not knowing what choice is best
Listen to my heart, or my head?
Contemplating, while in bed
Sleep: something that I need more of
It’s hard to think, when one’s in love
Should I invest in myself
Would loving again actually help?
Or should I continue with my
Monotonous, dreary life
Doubt
Slowly consuming my mind
I no longer have much time
Thoughts quicken
Misplaced, out
Of sorts, incoherent
Staccato score
Doubt, doubt, doubt, doubt, doubt
Doubt
Doubt
Life’s not real, and I want out
Except it is, much to my dismay;
Rational thoughts drive me insane
Why do I second-guess myself?
He tells me that I should seek help
But “he” is me, and I am I
Am I deceived with my own eyes?
Is how I perceive the world right?
These thoughts haunt me all through the night
Into the light; sleep at sunrise
Will these dark thoughts be my demise
I tell myself that I don’t care
But these lies just hide despair
I should not have written this;
No one cares, no one will miss
Me when I finally ascend
I know I’ll just fall down again
No doubt
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A discordant poem construing the experiences of someone suffering from doubt. Having made mistakes in the past, and having a shot at redemption, the person depicted second-guesses every decision they make, wondering if it is the correct one as he slowly slips into a neurotic state of mind. Hence the broken-up portion in the middle of the poem, which was intended to convey his developing madness, as well as the overall unsettled, disturbed tone of the poem.