The Window

A quiet calm fills the space.
Peace is found in routine.
In normalcy, contentment.

And then, in the silence,
Without warning
A predator emerges.

Lurking in the shadows
Of a lifetime spent unwise
The demon shows itself at last.

With overwhelming force
It envelops all hope
And leaves only doubt.

Dread fills the heart and mind
When one expects evil
And receives only indifference.

Gasping for breath,
Searching for something to hold onto,
A glance to the Heavens.

And then calm once again.
With nothing to lose
There is nothing to fear.

And yet the demon lurks still,
Promising to return anew
and show once more the face of reason.

Fear itself.