I walked alone
into the night,
I gripped my knife
within my hand,
And thrust it deeply
without a fight
my aim precise
although unplanned.
And when I saw
my blood flow free
underneath
the glowing moon,
I realized
that it was me,
I was the enemy
that I had hewn
‘Cause it was I,
I couldn’t face
For I was lost
within the pain
So I gave myself
a cold embrace,
and then I died
in gentle rain
~Melanie Thomason
Beautifully sad. We are out own worst enemies.
Thank you
We are, often, our own, worst enemy, and, only through, killing our selves, repeatedly, will we finally, learn, the truth about our own, selves, then, we would, no longer be compelled, to, murder us, repeatedly…
All to often we are, indeed our own worst enemy
Oh, Melanie.
sigh