Doubt went on a trip to Arkansas
He wisp and played around
He thought oh what a beautiful life
Just to be free out in the light.
Dreaming of a life so free
He ventured into the enchanted wood
To see how wonderful it wpuld be
He saw trees spring up
Birds chirping in trees
Late evening came
He said oh I am lost
How will I find my way
He saw a little hut
Went in to peek
Well kept and neat
Just what he needed
So he went into sleep
The others wondered
Where was mr doubt
As he was ni where
To be found.
I enjoyed the story aspect of this poem — of a personified “doubt.” And the intriguing twist at the end, where doubt gets lost and goes to sleep. Good work!
Thank you Dohamode