THE FEAR


Following me home
breathing on my neck
hunting me, haunting me
is the fear.


The fear stalks.
The fear watches.
The fear awaits me
wherever I go.
It is prepared.
The fear follows
knowing what I do,
how and when.


The fear never tires.
The fear never dies.
The fear is constant
carnivorous and calm
while I nervously knock against walls
attempting to escape it.
There is no escape.
There is only the fear.


And knowing this
should allow some respite.
Awareness of the enemy
should limit its influence.
It does not.
Intelligence on the opponent
merely empowers it.


There is no escape.
There is only the hunt
and its eventual victory.
The victory of the fear.

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