Bridled Ambitious, Doubt Endowed

by Elizabeth Ann   Oct 7, 2009


Who will I seed with my obsessions? To wont with my unending diatribes. As I am much as I ve ever been saddled with doubt and clouded by misdirection. Therein my unknown, I am branded. Now too much the suspecting wild one, I venture unto new territory blinded, careless. But confident.

I am the leader of Self. Luring each available engagement as befits me. For every one that doubts, in time responds in kind. Until All are kindled to my dominion. Forthwith, all have beckoned to my voice.

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  • 12 years ago

    by NIDAL

    Beautiful . Vivid and enjoyable .. thank you for sharing..5/5 (read my new poem-letters from Syria)