Maybe Doubt

Maybe

it’s true

Maybe

it is all or nothing with me

my weary, obsessive mind can be calmed

if he’d just do it

reach out to me

soothe me

so I can retreat

return to not caring

either way

I wonder

am I just like you

hard and cold

conficted and self-destructive

in my own way

doubt

I wonder

is this your legacy to me

that I remind myself of you

sometimes

Comments

poeticgrin

December 9, 2008

is this your legacy to me/that I remind myself of you/sometimes

Cold hard truth? Or weak, whimpering cry?
This poem is “hard and cold,” “conflicted and self-destructive.” A pick at a wound, if you will.
ht

December 9, 2008

Awesome job in under 80 words! I love how quickly and easily the mood turns. And the punch at the end … beautiful.