Doubts

A black sun, propped
Upon soggy clouds
Overlooking -
Shallow paths
Bogs on either side
Tall dark gates behind
Reaching out to spiky branches
Covered with slithering dark moss
Dripping down to the moat below
Filled with heaving scabby forms
From which peek jaundiced eyes
And gurgling hollow hums sound
Unbroken and Unshaken
Where no wind blows, Unless
It be the reeky breath of doubt

No fluttering of wings, big and small
No rustling leaves break the weave
Of the unending vapor
Cloaked in perpetual silence
The air chokes and clogs
Every pore and stoma
Each exhale stifling the air further
The inevitable karmic cycle endures.