There can be no doubt,
that I am not,
what I am not,
I thought I was something else,
but now I see,
I was something else.
Delusion made me sure,
and sureness deluded me,
A lantern came slowly through the fog,
and the fog was in no doubt,
I was adrift,
in a dark profound fog.
Comfortable the arms of despair,
wrap themselves around me,
filling me with,
that uncomforted feeling,
of what is, undoubtably,
nothing at all.
Emptiness came looking for me,
and found nothing to take,
No Doubt disappointed at going away empty,
but safely,
the same,
as when it came.
Surprisingly!
Unexpectedly!
a small Hope rose to challenge,
So, doubt hid a while,
knowing, no doubt, his place,
but just for a moment,
for whilst I hope a lifetime,
yet undoubtably I doubt,
I just doubt.
Etches Penmen
The White House
August 2020
(edits May 21)
