Doubt

Shifting
Creeping
Digging
Within
Hide away
Known to be sin

Swift as smoke
Low lying
Seeping
Choking
Twisting the thought
Silent provoking

True to conception
Late in demise
Declare
Heavy measure
Making all blurry
The rust coated treasure

Restricted voice
Can I?
Will?
Asked inside
Perception disgraced
Truth denied

Aware
The mist
Listening
Dark in your head
Constricting all light
With whispers said

Fight back
I am good enough
Am I good enough?
Bewitching melody
Weathering comfort
Severing Reality

Shouts of yourself
Clearly deferred
Withered
Defeated
He whispers within
Silent, my child
You’ll never win