The moments between the minutes are the hardest.
Those silences between the seconds where the clock doesn't tick,
those are the times when doubt whispers to me.
Those thoughts that thwart my serenity
inhabit the instants between supposing and surety
that fill every random corner of my brain.
Doubt is always standing right behind me,
mumbling maledictions, murmurring madness that
serve to disquiet any moment of delight
I might try to take from this life.