The Hardest Foe

Fleeting shadows across the light Silent pools of inky black Moving at the edge of sight Motion upon an exposed back Stalking you like the jungle cat Prowling through subconscious mind Shredding assurance bringing doubt None of your temperament left to find Transformed assuredly to guarded wreck Mistrustful of the now darkening world Timorous glances across a bowed back Like a young deer in a primal world Existence now a most fearful task Little by little your back is stooped This mortal enemy is hard to track Self is doubt the hardest of all foes