A stranger called to me from the windowsill
Speaking the same tongue
Moving to the same rhythm
The impostor was thin and elegant
Dark curls framed a caramel-coloured face
She was beautiful and I hated her
Everything about her haunted me
I heard her voice every time I spoke
Her scent was an intruder to my senses
Who are you? I asked
Your worst enemy
The one who enslaves you
Shackles you to the earth so you may never reach the sky
whispers in your ear
things you'd never want to hear
I am the wind that
Steers your sails
Off-course
I am the storm in your heart
The fragments of your mind
I am the only one
Who can destroy you
Enraged,
I reached for the throat of my tormentor
And met
the cold glass
of my mirror
for I am
my own worst enemy
my very own nemesis
-h.b.
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Questions for a Madman
PoetryPoems I wrote to cope during dark periods of my life are organized in no particular order. Explores adolescence and young adulthood. This is an original work of fiction that may not be reproduced, distributed or transmitted without the express perm...
