Doubting Tree

© 2009 Jeffrey E. McCaskill. All Rights Reserved.

So many songs in me
But when I write them
I cower in the shelter
Of my doubting tree. 

I lean upon my failures
That have come to be
A hauntingly familiar
Hated part of me.

Part of me...

Pride goes before the fall
The fall that we all dread
The key is not to climb
Where angels fear to tread. 

I pray someday my doubts
Will wither till they're dead
And take with them the voices
Planted in my head. 

In my head...

I try to block out feelings
That I'm just too dumb
So I keep right on playing
Until my hands go numb. 

You just sit there, watching
While my fingers bleed
Won't you fill my hunger? 
Won't you fill my need?

Fill my need...