Unseen Haunting

In the silence of the day,

A presence haunts, I cannot say.

Burdened by this unseen foe,

I fear to stay, I fear to go.

In the shadow and in the light,

In the morning and in the night,

Its presence never seems to fade,

This darkness that I can’t evade.

The specter haunts my very soul,

And soon this fiend will take its toll.

For weary has become my day,

Since fight no longer keeps at bay,

That which oppresses and resides,

To haunt me till the day I die.