Doubts

Inside, outside, there’s no escape. Everywhere I look. I’m surrounded.

Who to trust? Suspicion consumes me. Where can I go, to feel safe?

I turn down an alley, hardly able to breath. Pushing myself into a doorway where no-one can see me.

But there is still someone watching. I still feel consumed by terror.

Who can it be? Where are they?

Then, a realisation. Me. I’m the observer, the follower, the spy.

Who to trust? Trust no-one.

Doubt all, even self.

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© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter

Disappointment

When a child, they are a god to you

They lead, you follow

Bigger, stronger, more confident

Then you grow, begin to catch up

And finally overtake

You want to learn, to improve

But they seem to be stuck in their ways

Even regressing

Unwilling to change, to grow up

They weren’t clever after all

Just bigger and stronger

What a disappointment

My big brother, America

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© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter