Don’t Doubt For A Moment

by Bill Wampler

Don’t doubt for a moment, I knew there was time.
There always was, and would be.
Just as there was always light, shining somewhere.
But, I was passing my share in some dark and distant mind frame.
Not so much living in the past, as creating one,
involving a predictably unsatisfying future,
generated in the shadowed corridors of suspicion.
Virtually everything about everything became
nothing about nothing, and no matter of reality was real.
Yet, I kept track of it all. As if that would make a difference.
And of course it did. It weighed me down, carrying around,
the burdens of a troubled soul. And I could not save the day.
The well intended words I’ve spoken, echo, yet my world is broken.

I am not impressive, nor impressed.
All along I felt, that serenity is within my power.
And I struggle for it. Not serene whatsoever.
My imperfection and inability torture me.
Again I fail at something I decide is key.
And I stumble back, into the pit
that I myself have dug in my anxious time.
My view of life, and living, is changed.
There’s a blue mist enveloping everything I see.
And it doesn’t fade like history, nor dissipate in light.
It’s a condition, that I suspect, will not be released from me,
until my mind is no longer in captivity, just free.

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