Coastpoet

It is a silent thing
that comes from the silence
of a dark place.
I do not hear it
when it sets upon me
but sense its evil
and know it has arrived.
Sometimes it stays for awhile
and sometimes much longer.

It is known
by more than one name
and none in particular.
It has embraced my life
since I was a child
and is what I fear most
and yet it is part of me.
If it is destroyed
I too shall perish.

©Coastpoet