Anxiety

Under the weight of this fellow I know too well. A stiff pain this fellow presses on my chest with no release in sight, and hence my cry to a friend I know not listen. But a thought of a friend is an honest feeling greater than admitting he doesn’t exist. For this fellow cares not of what is mystery or real. This fellow need not know the prospect of my future nor the dwellings of my past, for no home is free from this fellow, and yet, this fellows ignorance stands no barrier to its doom paved in untrodden stone. This fellow needled its way into a moments oasis, so darkness fell into sight. The cloud the fellow has brought upon lay still as a cold shadow of fog who creeps unhurried as steps through mud. This fellow is keen to live in the labyrinth of latent mind we know too well. Time will tell if this fellow conquered what was a past dream, though time is the battlefields most well equipped weapon to keep the marvel lit. For this fellow fears the clocks tick, as the hand which moves forward weakens the fellows clutch and soon the deep breath may be taken without price. And so, this fellow's front is mighty by fear, but it is just an it, weakened by the gracious power time gifts.