My Enemy Is Nothing

A poem I wrote about anxiety

Alone in a silent room

Dark and dreary

I await the arrival of my enemy

Who rides upon a steed

Galloping with fury

 

I count the seconds slowly

The storm outside brews

Thunder crashes as lightning flashes

But I do not intend to lose

 

My enemy is at the gates!

Slithering past

It creeps inside my silent room

Brutish face is smiling

My enemy has found me at last!

 

But I do not intend to lose

Calmly I close the door

It draws it's weapon, preparing to strike

Reality breaks free from it's rusted cage

My enemy is nothing

Not Anymore

 

The End

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