He was lurking, strong and mean,

Prowling, creepy – insidious.

My sanity laid bare,

He’s here to destroy-

My self, my peace, my harmony.

Caution at the fence,

Bristling, wary and mean myself.

I sleep not, fear of the thug.

Forever astute,

Wired to draw blood.

When the war breaks out,

It is I who bleed,

When the blades clash,

I hurt, I weep.

The wounds caused, are mine to lick.

Hark the enemy abhorred,

Not a prowler, not a twin,

Next of kin, under my skin.

Oh that bite, the sores…

The reflection of me,

The somber mien, yes, me,

I’m the enemy within.

24/09/2016