Fear is a thread that I sewed into a suit
On the street of time, I stumped my foot
When I see him, all I do is flee
As the rays of the sun lace on me
His nails are swords that pierce my soul
Teeth that were crooked moved to growl
I have tried to run away before
But he hit me till I turn sore
He stretches hands of agony
What should I do to escape thee
The end of this path is the death
Thought of it causes shortness in my breath
Not by the aftermath of it
But what if he follows me as we are tightly knit
My eyes glistened as tears dripped
Behind from me, my collar was gripped
All of a sudden my legs started to stumble
The soul inside my heart did crumble
His tail of incertitude wagged above his shoulder
He is depression who was her withholder
Blackhole of pain swallowed the colours of the world
My hands started to tremble in the cold
Which tried to reach the stake of self-love
As I am not ready to bow
I stabbed him with stake which was blunt
So I know the fight against him will never end.

© Swaathy