His Enemy

He comes every morning to fight his foe.

I hear the tap, tap, tapping on the window.

I know it is he, doing battle bravely.

He fights his reflection

because he does not know himself.

He is his own enemy.


flow is low

(This post is to honor those innocent  people who were needlessly killed at my alma mater, UNCC.)

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