My Own Enermy Poem by Itumeleng Tebagano

I went to my place of prayer and spoilt it
I took my secret poetry book and boiled it
Held on my fragile miniature and folded it
Crumbled my favorite piece and coiled it

Unwittingly mixed business with pleasure
Added to my coffee salt without measure
Put on my house an unemployable geezer
I am trapped in an unrecognizable seizure

Mother I came and slapped you in the face
I went through everything in the next phase
Fell in the midst and in love with the craze
Laughed instead of following my bible phrase

Without a clue I went right into the laboratory
That’s why I stand here with my life so gory
I never stopped to understand why I was sorry
That is why I am the least of my personal story

Others would accept their punishment gladly
But I demand my tears to be wiped off of me
I harbor within me a conscious that’s deadly
Selfish enough to look here for people friendly

I am the last person I see when I wake and sleep
Wish to see my name when my cellphone beeps
My worldly goods are owed to me being a creep
Gripped by a whirlwind and tossed in too deep

Battle down, watch as my mind criticizes me
Settle; fetch my kind on the way to chastise me