MY FOE
I am. Mine own enemy
The Self in me holds keys
To open up and loose on me
A fleeting swarm of stinging bees.
I am my own foe
Daring the perils of Nature
Lolling in myopic retrospect
Languishing in indulging torture.
I am my own adversary
Discarding the dictates of my manual
Shunning the path to toe the dung
Hurting the self, yet in joy
I am. Mine own enemy
Looking wide for that foe I know not
poetheart87 commented on MY FOE
06-05-2010
06/08/2010
Lovetawrite commented on MY FOE
06-18-2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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