Seeing the Enemy

Seeing the Enemy

I saw you drift
pass inconspicuous
to the blade throbbing
against my leg
my jean’s pocket containing
its opportunity and rage

envisioning it levitating
into your jugular
but my 2 year maturity controlled
the sadness I felt
– tears – I couldn’t let roll down
cheeks as memories flood
what I was too angry to maintain

so this fight isn’t with a man barely
in distant memory
the enemy is within me
kicking,  screaming for resolution
inside a concrete wall


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