The Blood Of Doubt Poem by Anthony Dawson
The Blood Of Doubt
For one full season I swayed with the leaves,
I fell to the ground in autumn,
decayed in the gutter,
gave life to another life;
I had died to live.
My hands are no longer covered in the blood of doubt.
Tuesday, May 3, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,leaves
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8/1/2026 5:54:24 AM # rel_20260727T173023Z_37e450e
lack or originality. wonder why you wrote this at all.