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The Enemy Inside (Poem)

Updated on September 7, 2016

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


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      Michael Milec 2 years ago

      Isn't it " my flesh" which never is being anew, from"above"? The flesh is earthly, challenges the inner, spiritual " me".