This is the shortest poem that took me the longest to write. The first 4 lines were the original part of it.  I wrote those lines in 2014.  I didn't know there were going to be anymore lines to this until several months ago.  But in the moment, when I wrote the original lines, they didn't really make sense to me.  But now, it does.  Because everything was in vain.  Everything was in vain because I had ultimately failed to slay my fears.  I let them consume me instead.