It is the whisper of uncertainty that growls

softly next to my ear and throws punches that strike

between my ribcage and pummels the heart

over and over again. The shouts of derision

of the fear and loathing in the back of my mind,

whispering slowly, the crescendo damning with faint praise

and the suffering of the crested rejection never far behind

the swell of the tsunami breaking itself apart

on the polystyrene rock of my thoughts;

the erosion of Time left ever scared on my scared

and fractious mind.