In silence, I face my mortal enemy
Cold cruelty his legacy
I know his bitter Rath
His capacity for destruction
When pushed, he releases that hatred
That pain
A lifetime of challenge
Faced alone
Brought to the brink 
A multitude of times
He lost everything in pursuit
Of understanding
Of knowledge
The why drove him to sacrifice
His body
His mind
All that he loved was taken from him
He persevered
He remained when they all fell away
Death has stalked him
As the storms raged
And the armies gathered
He stood in the tempest
And shouted his defiance
Understood his worth
Refused defeat
Time was his enemy
Failure was not an option
Many have stood to face him
Many have failed in their quest
To stay his hand
There  is only one who can conquer
The cold heart
Who can bear the icy countenance
Only one who can succeed
Where all have failed
The enemy is within
It is fear, and hatred, and
The narcissistic inclination
For retribution
For the grief sustained
There is but one who can quill the mortal enemy of my subconscious awareness and
The demons that drive it
And that warrior is
Me

An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe