Fear is a shadow

Illustrated by Oyindamola

It lurks in the dark, with all my other demons
It only appears, when the sun retires and now hangs low
Without a sound it follows, it creeps behind me, I cannot escape
“It’s in your mind” they say, but please tell me, o how can that be?
How could it tower over me if it is within me and of my own doing?
Unassumingly it dwells, I fear it plots my demise
My mind is overwhelmed with angst, my days are filled with thoughts of it
Should I fail to act, I fear my fear might be the death of me.