Erroneous Life's

You wear your fear as a fountainhead of correctness,
But, are you sure of it's authenticity, perhaps some doubt?
Is dread your honey, your sweetie pie,
or do you loathe it?

Conceivably; distrust of nature may persist,
Gnaw away at old bones of contention,
They are quite bare by now
Tissue ‘n sinew succumbed to sins view.

Alas; time erodes even fear,
Erroneous thoughts can't be depended upon much longer,
Soon; All too soon, it will evaporate,
Then; only one true memory will be left,
Will it be the heart you carved on a tree when you were nine?