Poetry · Writing

Doubt

Darkness clouds the view of your past and creeping into the future.

Mirrors shattered and a baby screaming in the back seat.

Girls jumping rope and boys playing basketball listening to Mac Daddy.

Flying from Los Angeles to Arizona to avoid traffic.

Rain drowns the night washing away the graffiti of my mind.

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