Apprehension

There is a fear in me. I've only recently discovered it and yet it holds the sensation of antiquity, as if it was passed to me in ceremony. It eats at me in the quiet; the places in a man's mind where nothing else dwells. The place where hope dare not tread, lest it be swallowed by the abyss that is despair. It is sporadic in its exposure, a slow acting poison that never quite leaves the system, it merely allows the bearer temporary relief of symptom. Unfortunate that the cure exists always........and never.