Soul Doubt Poem by Valerie Chase

Soul Doubt



Going around in circles,
beneath my eyes are bluish black,
there's nothing new,
no one I wanna talk to.

Nothing I wanna think about,
I got soul doubt.

I stick my head out the window,
it's closed.

Instead of air, I get glass stuck to my head.
The city's sounding
And I can't seem to stop the pounding.

Can't keep my thoughts from flying around.
Not sure what I'm thinking about.
I got soul doubt.

A shameless display,
wearing a smile full of pain.

A frameless Erte,
a painting without a signiture.

She's waiting for someone to save her.
As I pass her I see Cinderella.
She doesn't fit the slipper.
Like she fits a bottle of liquor.

There's no one to take her way.
Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me.

The question is asked, what you gonna do for me?
I don't want nothin, just a connection.
I gotta know what she's all about cuz I know she's been there.

Soul doubt.

I stick my head out the window again,
this time seeing a thousand faces all too clear.
They wear the same expression I've seen in my face.

So many times, I know exactly how they feel.
I know exactly what they think about.

They've got soul doubt.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Charles Chaim Wax 06 January 2006

the hard stare into nothingness not such a good feeling then only a harder stare will work to clear the bits of broken glass from a face long thought never to smile again a fine poem filled with longing all souls feel and which in the end only the soul can answer through effort and luck

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