Doubt

Do you feel that itch in the back of your head?

Slowing you down

Like shoes full of lead?

Do you wonder now, ‘Were they truths? Were they lies?’

Birthing new ghosts

Behind your eyes,

And all of these memories won’t stay under seal,

All of these things

Were they even real?

Where do you find enough ground to stand on?

When it feels like quicksand

You’re standing upon?

All of these thoughts, they get lost in your mind,

And questions and answers

Are so hard to find,

When every direction leads only to tears,

Why not give in

To all of your fears?

So stay where you are, there’s no need to choose,

And though you won’t win

Nor will you lose.