Okay this is a short poem but I thought I'd share it with you all...
This monster must surely be starved.
From me, it continues to carve.
I fall weaker, as it grows stronger.
I can't be expected to last much longer.
I'm reduced to just my shadow.
The fear eats from inside, my body is hollow.
As ravenous as it is seems to be,
the beast has decided to take its time with me.
It slithered into place,
all the while hiding its face.
I was too late in realizing I should fight.
It feels like I was never meant to overcome this plight.
Each bite is utterly vicious;
swallowing all my hopes and wishes.
Slipping further into the belly of fear where I don't belong.
The monster won't stop until I am completely gone.
