Enemy Within Poem by Simiwuna John lodam

Tramp on me!
Tread me!
Dread me!
Dead!
I can take.
Again,
again and again.
Deep down in the gallows of the earth.
Grab me by my hair in to air,
sun against my face but harshly.
Spit ön my face.
Deep me back in,
again.
*struggling*
Finally my adventure will begin,
My choices laid plain on the path to see,
vendour's goods.
Heading not bending,
I shall regain.
Again,
again and again.
All,
but when i loose the grasp.
Your grasp.