Doubts Arise Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Storm swept, bereft blows flow's adieu. So soon
summer, spent, adrift, ends as it begun.
April fools July, scorns those glad in June,
derelict dupe dreams when two timed one.
Loneliness hung, strung cloud mind wrung, foul weed
undermines 'mine' as self-questioning's stain,
whose sole success seems self destructive need,
silent spreads stress sub-surface, scarcely sane,
its cancer clusters to both breasts acceede.
No easy answers counter fate's refrain,
nor church, nor sect, nor rosary, nor bead,
may ever intercede when all seems vain
unless heartache recedes, re[a]d bleeds, and quick
reverses runes, tunes hope through thin and thick.

Evanescent osmosis, hearts in tune,
cued life to life-line seeming strong as sun,
linked lighthouse beams, false gleams, beneath blue moon.
Time table turned hand squandered, canned span done.
To doubt too often deeper doubt succeeds,
seeds self-defeating grain, pain breeds more pain,
upon itself its self perversely feeds,
reign yields to rein, as bridal's bridled, rain
replacing sun as finger finger kneeds
with anguish running rampage. In its train,
sad skeins, dyed grey or black, back interbreed.
Doubt lingers, fingers self-appraisal sick,
'out, out, brief candle! ' evanescent wick.