The Doubts

I read various poems,

then I do wonder,

the ambiguous evasiveness,

me eludes.

Either I’ve not talent

or the world’s gone mad.

Unlearned I am of poetry,

not even an undergrad.

I do not know,

if my craft is true art.

Whether worthy to be read,

or to accompany trash carts.

From within my mind,

I write what I feel.

Complete it becomes,

when to me, good it feels.

- Roger W Hancock