Been on this battlefield
for what seems like forever,
but it’s only been 960 days.

Fighting the enemy
every
****
day.

This faceless enemy
doesn’t follow
the conduct of war.

It strikes whenever
it feels like it,
whenever I am the least prepared.

This faceless enemy,
with a name so scary
I dare not speak it
for it might creep up on me
and attack.

Constantly beating
down on me.
An endless force
that never retreats.

I have to find the will
to hold the line,
to keep it from breaking through.

As the number of days increase,
the risk of loss because greater.
For if I lose now, I fear I may never recover.