The Enemy Within


Who let through

The memory at the door

Who stood at the gate

And screamed out for more.

Not, the girl or the lady.

Not the boy or the man.

Not the enemy of the enemy.

Nothing close to or grand.

Whether you admit the curses

Or you lie about the lie

You will find the answers

But refuse the why

When someone had entered.

And it turned out to be them.

The person who gave access.

Was the Enemy within.