Where does it come from and where will it go?

My life is my own but doesn’t feel so and around each corner is a new woe unlike all the previous I have known each and every abhorrence is its own it has two eyes, two lips and a nose or what was once by far my only hope what I had surpassed becomes so minor compared to what appears to me now threatens as its shadow larger seems to grow encompassing the world with full surrow so what more can go wrong by tomorrow beginning and gaining in its volume a force by its own source ad hominem