Doubt

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Doubt.

Acid in my veins.

Tumultuous twisting in my gut.

I am finding my way blind

In this storm.

(I see the Angels everytime  lightening strikes)

This confusion has left

Obstructions I stumbled upon,

My visibility restricted to my hands

As i catch myself.

Waiting for  lightening

To cauterize the ache.

(I see Angels everytime it strikes)

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