Pool Of Doubt Poem by Phil Soar

We sat beside a pool of doubt
Where metaphors were all around
Our minds just could not work it out
Mysteries scattered on the ground
Beside that pool were pots of truths
We dipped inside each one to find
A myriad of ways to sooth
Our deep and soulful eyes so blind

We sat beside a pool of doubt
And mesmerised, we swam in guilt
Upon a doubt fed roundabout
We understood what we had built
Where nothing more than endless faults
Swallowed up our very hearts
And as we cast those pots aside
We very slowly fell apart