Doubt and fear

Wed, 07/03/2019 - 18:59 -- Aripari

Christ within, Christ without. To the heavens I scream and shout. Inside my head I should find no doubt. But inside a bed, there it lay. Forever it wish to stay. My heart, it hopes to sway. To bring about my own dismay. Enter fear, the demon of my heart. It’s only desire, to whisper in my ear. The whispers of fear only draw doubt near. To think it all began, here. I thought my self to be rid of thee. How could I let you deceive me. My eyes to be open, I did believe. Tis’ is the end of me, this you will see.

This poem is about: 
Me

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