poem: my enemy

patiently waiting, my heart and mind gear up for war
with no information about the enemy or what it can do
seconds, minutes, hours pass
and then the frontier arrives
finally into battle, blindly marching into the unknown
facing the invisible enemy
fearful of nothingness
unable to speak the words i want to say
my voice disappears when i want to scream
my hands bound behind, unable to move
it approaches...
my foe, my adversary
a flash of light passes before my eyes
and i finally see it clearer than ever before
my enemy...my foe...my reflection


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