A Doubt Poem by C.D. Xiang

Sometimes

the rain plummets

down

like formidable arrows

tipped with perilous, lethal poison

that penetrates

into my skin

Sometimes

technology seems

not to augur well for us

as pollutants sprawl

over the city

swallowing its prestige

much like enemies subjugating

with their swords covered

by grime and deviation

from nature's laws

Sometimes

my doubts are unanswered

cast into oblivion

like a a blast of icy barrage

upon my callow being

as power rises and dominates me

I perish

like the fresh supply of oxygen

after a rain.