Doubt Poem by Daniel Brown

Doubt

I am a second thought
Flaw from a ruptured vein,
I am the death of choice
Made in a fog of pain,
I am the Great Destroyer
Flown on wings of black,
I am The Eraser
Claws dug deep into your back...
Needles and nettles,
Spine spun to pieces,
Brain pulled apart,
Soul scorched to black

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