Cold *

Something cold and empty crept in here
while I was unaware
otherwise occupied with small mundanities of life
which is how this thing slipped by me
I didn't see it, hear it, smell it, or touch it when it came
But I can feel it now in the silence
it is that cold and lingering shadow called doubt
it is all those fears and thoughts I dare not utter
lest they gain power and become real
but despite my best efforts
one of them has slipped through the cracks
to erode the security of my abode
making fissures in my ordinarily well ordered mind
So that I hunt for solutions I should be able to find
and dwell here with me casting suspicion on the future
and all the hope it should hold
this creeping crawling cold