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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Tiong Chunghoo 03 May 2005

lack or originality. wonder why you wrote this at all.

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Anthony Dawson

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Camperdown, Sydney
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