The Enemy Called You Poem by James Mallum

Let me tell you about myself
And take these secrets off the shelf
Back then I was young
Life... Love... such a sweet song
O senses be gone:
I got drunk;
I had fun;
Nothing wrong;
I'm wanting more.

Those memories so unhallowed
Haunting like a lurking shadow
See how they rollout with ineptitude
Lets wallow in their latitudes:
My first love was a prostitute;
Patronizing with an attitude;
She drained me to a destitute
With temptations I can't elude.

Love has been carefully misplaced
Deriving from things now disdain
Everything I found of use
I have come to finally abuse:
Time, money, drugs, sex...
Can someone please give me a mirror!
One more taunting reflection to view
This is the enemy called YOU.