On The Enemy

Let me be clear on this

We are our own

Worst enemy

This is a hard fact

Difficult to face

I know from bitter

Experience

Retreat

Feeling empty inside

All thoughts are gone

Left is only the tiredness

I overcome myself

But to what purpose

Who is the real enemy

Realising that its me

Why do I fight?

I fight even though
I do not know
If there is any meaning

Lonely and lost
In foreign land
I hide

Only to discover
That the enemy
Sees me
But not my friends