Wavering.
Who, I ask, at this present
moment am I ?
fleetingly instantaneous or
immortally irreplaceable ?
My wavering thoughts on
perception seem
utterly compromised by
trust\'s unwieldy sacrifice.
Yesterday\'s doubts render
my psyche tired,
unquestionably weakened
and frustratedly weary.
Will I ever again beat this
depression while
unashamedly fervent
for anxious uncertainty ?
Regret when did you learn
pseudo contrition ?
Faith where is your earned
former conviction ?