Doubt Is A Funny Thing

I don't know....what is it about me? Could it be the way I...Naw, there's no possible way to open the door, the hinges are too rusty...
Fed up...not full...fed up...still with a burning hunger...not heartburn, perhaps a burning heart.
Up to here.
Here! Joke. Where I am digging a well.
That's here.
Where I am smelling the rose that was given as a gift.
That's here.
But I doubt it's a wayward tale.
It smells like a rose. No doubt about it.
I remember the sound of the rose.
That's me, going mmmmmmmm.....
When did youlast smell the roses?
I'm going to find some water...it needs my help to keep on being itself for a while longer.