Doubt

It coils in the depths of your being

invading your mind at first

sinking its claws into the tenderness

clutching its prey like a vice

quiet at first

making sure its grip is steadfast

squeezing tighter

until it drains all logic

on to the heart now

the bold beat thrumming

against the onslaught

of half-truths and darkness

slowing the blood of light

and when it feels

that final thump of

the dying art

the soul feels the first

twinge of fear

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KingJustin26
January 9, 2008
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Wow this deep. I've never even thought about doubt that way before. You hit the nail on the head. Doubt does prey on you. Very good use of imagery. It's like I can see it and feel it happening. I imagine the third to last line is a typo and was meant to say "the dying heart" right?
- Innisfree
  January 10, 2008
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  Thanks for the critique, but I did mean "the dying art" in the 16th stanza. To die beautifully is an art.
Neandering
January 6, 2008
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Baby, you are so in depth, you amaze me continuously with your writing. I love you.
- Innisfree
  January 6, 2008
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  awww thank you baby...I appreciate all of the input you have to offer, everytime