Anti-Doubt

When to life you awake

Again and find that you 

Are your own chief bore,

When the cocktails don’t 

Work anymore but 

Leave you 

Hollow when once

They hit like a 

Boxer’s punch.

When the gleam of gold

In your eyes 

Leaves you cold with 

Bitter chills that you

Despise…

When all you see is wanton

Waste and dreams of 

Bliss killed by the 

Shit that's all that

Now exists.

You’ve struck the 

Lode of "when,”

That tramples o'er

Your urban cares.

But the hour’s struck!

It’s time to act,

To turn a “how”

Into a “now!”

In passive thinking you've

Been sinking but now’s

The time for action!

Balance your stance,

Be certain of traction

And grab a hold, a

Full twin-fisted grip,

Upon your limp and 

Wasting soul. With what

Force is yours, your full

Store, your stock entire,

Pull yourself out of

The mire you've been 

Living in: pull hard ‘til

You’re past the sill and 

Can see with your opened

Eyes that in a hole you've 

Been hiding and the 

Light you thought 

Was forever lost was

Merely hid by the leaden

Lid you yourself did fit

To seal the bunker which 

You meant your soul to 

Save but which,

Instead, became both 

A prison and a 

Grave.