Shade At My Hind

Shade At My Hind

What is to be done when It comes?
It does come, sometimes daily, sometimes weekly.
It can come hourly, but It comes, It always comes.
I can barely describe It let alone combat It.
All that I am certain of is that It is relentless, It is ruthless.
Non-corporeal I see It not, I hear It not.
By the time I sense It, It is already present.
Do I prevent It?
Is It preventable?
All that can be pinned down regarding It, are the
questions that accompany It.
So much so, that even this, this is made all but impossible
by Its presence.

For now It is here, arriving unannounced, immediately
sensibly undeniable.
Driving a wedge between self and any focused purpose,
It knows its target well.
Rarely does It’s endeavors fail.
Creeping behind every step I take,
a baleful shade always at my hind.