Self Doubt
Self Doubt
A man of pure thoughts but complete desolation,
One cannot understand the reason for why,
As others live happily with elation,
The world for him sits so somberly by.
This man of thought lives within utter gloom,
In shrouded mind and distant reminiscence.
Alone himself within battered room,
A life so sad and inevitably dense.
This man of minds takes every chance set
In motion for his singularity.
He wanders on to each and all to fret,
And lonely, lonely is the state he will be.
This man is happy now; he’s now become,
That of joviality, maximum.
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DamionDiffendal
I am an artist, and love to write poetry. I am going to be attending Ohio University's college of fine arts as a graphic design major. I love to write poetry and short stories, they, as well as art, have always been a stress reliever in my life.
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