The Enemy Inside (Poem)
Where is he?
behind my back?
But I can't see,
Let me blame the enemy!
The ground that trips my foot thus I fall,
Ears are shut as I desperately call,
How can it be me?
A victim to inflict his own misery?
It can't be me!
Blame the trees for their fruit!
Blame not my opinion!
Blame the wretched truth!
I am a victim for all of my killings!
call me lovely and so please my feelings!
But don't blame me lest I die,
take this note that says, "the enemy is inside."
Soli Deo Gloria