It is a time

It is a time

When to be good

Means

To believe that one is

It is not you

I must convince

The naysayer is me

How goes the voice

Deeply driven

By its own desire

Wreak its chaos

But by creating doubt

Twisting every turn about

Illuminating every corner

Preventing any respite

From growing into

A plateau of contentment

There is little

In the way of containment

Thoughts are

Not watertight

Resistance is low

Stability one false step

Away from a fault line

Confidence wanes

Far too easily

Worry is more

Than a string of beads

Dripping in sweat

When perspiration

Is a wet dream

Dressed as inspiration

Revelatory exposition

Is hopelessly lost

In a thunder

Of self-criticism

Drowning in

Referential symbolism

Stolen from the fatty

Deposits of

Tertiary experience

Garnered innuendo

Thinly disguised

As innovation

Lying beneath a

Ragged veil

Of self-loathing and disgust

Discuss