~Sword in my hand
I stand
Against the enemy.
I throw daggers at her
Relentlessly.
Joy plastered on my face,
My enemy dying.
~My joy vanishes in thin air,
My enemy throws a dagger at me.
It hits me hard;
It makes me see
A reflection.
Where's my enemy?
I search profoundly.
But all I see is a reflection
Of me.
Who is my enemy?
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
