Winter Skies

Doubts rain down from winter skies
the chill in my soul  
mirrored  
in overcast heaven.  
Am I worthy of this life  
is anyone?  
My purpose proposed  
my intent disposed  
that leaves me wanting for something  
more.  
Too late  
my words run dry  
finding solace in heaven and hell  
and that  
in a nutshell  
a crisis of spirit  
seeking meaning in rhyme  
and a new paradigm  
praying for love, settling for lust  
doubting my sanity  
filling my life with vanity  
and hiding from our inhumanity