Enemy - Poem by Kong Yin
Barely did I jump onto my horse
when behind me chased his fatwa;
with my heart of a child I hurried along,
as arrows of sorrow he launched.
When I was lost
he cornered me where I most loathed to be -
in a herd of meek grazing sheep -
no voices, no thoughts.
When I fell in love
he stepped in again,
compelling me to wander aimlessly
between love and lust.
With all my weapons I resisted him:
dreams, youth, conscience,
but he fought back with his ingenious arms –
money, fame, pleasure.
I shielded my chest with poetry
but he kicked out my feet with scorn.
At last, I revealed my trump card – a smile
and he responded with illness.
The moment the candle of my life
is snuffed out
my savage war with Death concludes.
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