Doubt

Spencer Wilhelm


Notice of absence from Spencer Wilhelm
The Mennonites might be on to something...
I'll be taking one year off away from my devices to be with the Lord. Pray for me

 

Swimming close to shore,

Nibbling like minnows on flesh, they tore,

With such neat bites, so clean, so pristine,

I let them take more; if you know what I mean.

 

But soon they grow up into wee little sharks,

Finding their way into all my remarks, 

And second guess everything, down to my own

Bones and my hair and just bout everything known.

 

Soon with them I cry, now grown to a whale,

And moan my whole fate and sit round ‘n bewail

The world’s gone now to hell and there’s little to do

For how could they use me, and you probably too.. 

 

Then into the belly I swiftly descend,

My mind and my will I quickly surrend,

And I lie and I wait while soaking in tongue,

Bitter forever all towards that bright sun,

 

Who caused us all problems by giving us day,

And life for us lived, only to say

I hate you and this and I’ll  kill you that way,

I curse you  sweet life, just let me away.

 

OR

 

When I was nibbled by chum little minnows,

I reflex and I draw back in mind, all in horror, 

Then all of the terror and grave I have shown

Would be nothing but dreams, just nothing alone. 

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Comments4

  • Cheeky Missy

    Fascinating metaphor for doubts and fears which verily do eat us alive, played out until I lost track of what we were discussing in the metaphorical drama played out effectively. Beautifully rendered with exceptional imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

  • Poetic Licence

    A wonderful analogy of doubts and so nicely described their journey into our being and mind, enjoyed the read

  • sorenbarrett

    A clever write using fish and sharks as metaphor for problems that arise and grow through time. Well done

  • Paul Bell

    I'm surprised we leave the house in the morning.
    Mind you, the sharks aren't in the water any more, they're all online.



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