My Darling, Doubt

I have a wicked friend
Who creeps inside my mind;
Building castles made of mold
Destroying what she finds.

I have a wicked friend
Who casts shadows on the wall;
Across the things I strive for
Causing all my hopes to fall.

I have a wicked friend
Who laughs at dropping tears;
Questioning my nerve to dream
Releasing my caged fears.

I have a wicked friend
Whom I’ve just about evicted;
As I claim these halls of progress
My aspirations more convicted.

I have a wicked friend
Whose voice is getting smaller;
Soon she’ll grab her things and leave
And my walk will be much taller.

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Jaymee is the creative director and writing force behind Beaux Cooper Media. She loves to collaborate with other writers and journalists across the genres. Jaymee lives on the beautiful coast of Rhode Island with her cat, Ada, and dog, Bean.

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