More Promptly Poetry PPC 5 and PPC 6

Doubt

When it’s quiet, I whisper
seeding insecurity through second thoughts
making the path clear for stepping back, you see
I like the double-mindedness of indecision.
The products of my uneasy interjections
become doubts rolling on a conveyor belt -
unstoppable and exhaustless in supply,
they fill your mind.
Because I know you well
I can inspire you,
or leave you standing alone on a beach
watching a sea of fears roll back
only to send it crashing down in a tsunami of paranoia.



Prompt/Week # 17


Write a poem personifying whichever emotion
you’re predominantly feeling right now.