Predator

I feel as though I’ve been taken victim to a predator I cannot see. My predator is not one I can see. My predator is not one I can touch. My predator is not one I can hear. However, the predator sees, touches, and hears me. On the darkest days, he sings his nefarious tunes in my ears. He clouds my vision with insecurity. He turns my warm heart to stone. On some lighter days, he leaves me be. However, I never doubt that he will return for his prey.