POETRY
Doubt
A villanelle poem

I know not what pursues me It consumes hopes and grows gloom Know that it hears not my plea
It stalks me in endless glee Casts shadows that spell my doom I know not what pursues me
It feeds on a murder spree Haunts me since I left the womb Know that it hears not my plea
It drags me by my dead knee Seeks to end me I presume I know not what pursues me
Its claws honed by those ‘fore me A writer’s killer heirloom Know that it hears not my plea
It vows to set my soul free I now see through its costume I now know what pursues me Know that I hear not its plea
