The Foe

It’s gradual,

In a way,

A kindness,

Yet,

A sneak,

A vandal,

A robber,

Deceitful,

Invisible.
Patiently

It leaves its touch on the innocent

From the moment of birth,

Faint marks,

Scars,

Aches,

Pains,

Creating illusion.
It outlasts,

Outruns,

Its work is endless,

It is relentless in its pursuit,

Tireless in its resolve.
I am philosophical,

A realist,

As I answer those who ask

What I feel,

What I think,

Yet in the coal black night,

I tremble at its name,
He waits,

Patient,

Silent,

While I beg,

Hope,

Dream,

And yearn for

Just one more day.
Like ivy clinging to an old house,

It hangs on,

None escape,

It is the inevitable outcome.
Victory!