Fear, Worry and That Undescribable Feeling.

Creeping darkness,
A slow poison,
The stalker,
The carnivore primed for the death-leap.
The prey;
You.

Caught unaware,
Surrounded,
The queasiness in the pit of the stomach,
The threat of unimaginable pain,
The preparation,
The wait.
The face-off.

Enter the ring,
In the right hand corner,
Dressed in black,
Menacing and featureless... stands Fear.
Already cowering with impending defeat,
In the left hand corner,
Completely naked,
Stands... the prey.

The fight,
The unseen wounds,
Overwhelmed,
Smothered,
Suffocating,
The loss.
What have I lost?
What?

The prey will strike back.
Soon.
Yes, it will.
For now, it recovers,
Hiding in its underground cave.