Doubt

postpunkpixie on Apr 29, 2009

Something I wrote a few weeks ago and found in a notebook this afternoon. I think I must have been reading Blake or something!

It is a worm that slithers into the ear.

Riding on cold words;

Its sightless eyes peer ever forward

As on it damp, soft belly it crawls inside.

Its mouth, a ring of needles, gnaws through flesh,

Through every crevice of the cerebellum

It slides

Laying its eggs, yellow as sickness,

Nestled in the grey of intellect.

They hatch,

The worm’s familiar children:

Mistrust, Sorrow, Loathing, Fear and Confusion.

They burrow deeper

Until every spark of the synapse

Is tainted by their touch.

But there is a bird that can slay the worms,

Pandora’s final gift:

Hope.

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rajeev bhargava on Apr 29, 2009
that was a great poem. i thank Blake for inspiring you. i really like it. thanks for sharing.
OhSugar on Apr 29, 2009
I enjoyed reading your poem, it was well written.
Darla Cooke on Apr 29, 2009
Great poem!
kate smedley on Apr 29, 2009
I wish I found things like this in a notebook. Nice poem!
Sandra A Flowers on Apr 29, 2009
love the imagery, reminds me how maggots eat the brain, great metaphors
nysblueyedevil96 on Apr 29, 2009
Very powerful poem, well put. Good job! =)
Miss Heda on Apr 29, 2009
as always you show such talent. and LOL at kate’s comment
TheSouthernPoet on Apr 30, 2009
i liked that… very creative.
seashell66 on May 2, 2009
WOW!

I absolutely love this!

Thank you!
spiritwalker on May 3, 2009
Reminds me of the Lair of the whiteworm.
Brian Daniel Stankich on May 20, 2009
Emma, well done. Gross picture, but effective. I actually see faith as the opposite of doubt, rather than hope. Hopefully, I’m right Brian
cafftee on May 26, 2009
Really like this Emma

Hi there!