Friday, December 03, 2004

Poetry - The Enemy

I stare ahead,
Then I glance down;
My future lies ahead, I know.

But who am I?
What is my goal?
Where do I stand, where should I go?

No answers here,
No course is sure,
No path displayed for me to tread,

All hope seems lost,
My past a wreck,
My thinking now has turned to dread.

I want to stay,
I want to rest,
I want to stay safe and secure,

No need of paths,
No need of hope,
No victory I'm fighting for.

The future lies,
Awaits my step,
And yet I pause to look behind.

My greatest fear,
My strongest foe,
My greatest weakness - my own mind.



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