Cloud of Doubt

Rambling to be heard

Words put together to garnish attention

No rhythm or reason for the writing

Just filling empty pages with empty words

Thoughtless sentences and meaningless paragraphs

The pages just shells with no substance

The words just letters on a piece of paper

Who would want to listen

To mindless nonsense of a unknown writer

All this runs through my mind

Before I even type one letter

I look past the negativity and doubt

Let my fingers fill the white pages with bricks of black letters

I’m building something from scratch

It will mean something when completed

I write ignoring the biggest hater, myself

Write past all the doubt

Write because I need too

Segundo Juan Devora