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Doubt
Existing so slovenly
Wading through the filth
Stench crawling up my nose
The rottenness by the road
It's eating away at my core
Wriggling maggots behind my eyes
Slowly shriveling up my shell
To prepare my corpse for hell
Failure is the cryptic message
Staring me in my blinded face
Such an ugly, trifling fiend
A nightmare to lace my daydream
Wading through the filth
Stench crawling up my nose
The rottenness by the road
It's eating away at my core
Wriggling maggots behind my eyes
Slowly shriveling up my shell
To prepare my corpse for hell
Failure is the cryptic message
Staring me in my blinded face
Such an ugly, trifling fiend
A nightmare to lace my daydream
Published 25th Mar 2015
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11th Jan 2016 4:11pm
It has often be said that those who have doubt are the ones that have important things to do. I enjoyed the rhyme scheme.
