The Enemy is Me

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Scorches of betrayal at our hands, at our feet,
cleansing our impurity only serves the deceit.

Grasped by twisted vines of irony and decay,
we writhe within a spiral cloud of doom and dismay.

Trailing stems choke our reason and pierce our belief
with thorns of our own design and of our grief.

The velocity at which we defeat our desires
adds to the perpetuation of mythmakers and liars.

False tears go unheard and soon the dam breaks,
a lake of sorrow overflows exuding the fakes.

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

6 thoughts on “The Enemy is Me”

  1. Your moving poem reminded me of a poem that I wrote but never posted, I feel safe to post it here.

    Etched in history’s twisted tales
    Penned by the victors, the truth
    Lies buried under lies.
    Nevertheless it’s in plain sight,
    Societies’ legacy is destruction.
    No tongue can tell
    The road to hell
    Was pre-planned knowingly.
    Upon the world’s gravestone
    Nature wrote:
    Thanks to the bankers,
    There is nothing left to torture.

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    1. Well, all I can say is:

      GET IT PUBISHED> You never know who might be watching, and if we don’t bother then that makes less people with a voice to make a difference.
      and, thank you for reading!

      And, most important, it is very creative and indepth writing. Beautiful.

      Liked by 2 people

  2. It is quite fun sometimes, seeing how we thought then, and differently and using what we have since learned. I have a ton of crap in my folders lol. And thanks, syd for the interest, I am always spoiled by it.

    Like

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