My Enemy Poem by Micheal Mixon

The thing that is my agony,
it keeps me going rhythmically.
I wish to end its say in me.
How do i fight this enemy?
It is within, not without.
It will be my death without a doubt.
My remedy and my wrong entwine.
I wish to die this heart of mine.
The thing that is my agony,
are the people that i cannot see.
Will do me wrong, will do me harm.
I admit it is cause for alarm.
I hand out love to all those i see.
This is not like the old story.
It does not end but continues 'head.
There is no princess 'sleep in the bed.
For me to save with just a kiss.
There is no everlasting bliss.
There is only pain and lies.
That's why i must sever ties,
ties to my agony, my enemy.
It's why i write this soliloquy.
So that everyone of you may see,
That not another of you will hurt me.