Doubt - Poem by Bryony Sheldon
The cold wind blows through you,
You find yourself alone
In the fog that you wade through.
The night wraps itself around
Like a second skin,
Its inky fingers claw your back
And try to drag you in.
Your head's so light and uneasy
And you feel like you're drowning
In the black velvet sea.
A demon is obscuring
Your map and your compass;
You're lost in the shadows
Of doubt and injustice.
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