“DOUBT” THY FIEND, OR “DOUBT” THY FRIEND

“Doubt” Fiend, A Friend?


And so it seems, alas that man is frail
Though strong but yet not immune to fail
But failure, though tis that the diagnosis
Or the transformation to a positive prognosis

Doubt, thy sting is cunning
A loose cannon with power unbecoming
The rock once solid, now weathered and convoluted
That was once a solid mind, rock solid and undiluted

But doubt thy fiend, no doubt, but doubt thy friend?
That urges to pause and take stock and course a new trend?
Though doubt a beast that perforates and consumes its prey
Yet doubt you must, when the soul quickens at the sight of the grey

Mah Mekolle
Inspired by a Tpoem “Doubt” thy Fiend
3’16/2014Bottom of Form

 

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