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.