Doubt, is always around me

Even that sentence requires me

To question what I see

Is there another word

That can rattle your brain

So feverishly,

Back and forth.

It’s there, doubt, I believe

To bring us to the real truth

Through a process of elimination

Out of the thesaurus,

Directing you to question your perceptions

Right now, I cannot believe,

In fact, I can hardly breath

Thinking that we may be on the cusp

Of the total annihilation

Of humanity,

I would seriously have doubted

If you had said

A few years ago

That this year now

Would be our last.

So I reach out to doubt

For comfort

And say it’s unlikely,

But what if?

What if?

The mass of metal

Glistening in the sun,

Approaches,

You won’t have the luxury of doubt in your mind,

Or the process of elimination

Which has come full circle.

You won’t even have time for a selfie,

And a wooden spoon banging a skillet won’t fly,

Or applauding at 8 when the missile strikes,

I hope I have the time

To put on my mask.

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