Self-Doubt

Thoughts may turn against themselves

They wont let me be

Self doubt fills 

This endless sea.

This whole scenery

May be a picture

Right in front of me.

When I can look past this

picture of 

A false scene

I’ll know that

I am now free

My captor knows that I have fled

And they have set

A trap for me.

When I return

To the woods

Self Doubt lays in wait for me

They’ll rope me up and lead me down

to a grand old tree

With a grand old hanging

Just for me.