Here I am, surrounded,
my enemies on all sides.
A pincer movement
designed to take my pride.
Am I not deserving of my pain?
Am I not due comeuppance?
I have unintentionally misled,
miscommunicated my intent.
I have been vain and bent
out of shape and arrogant.
So, let them come.
Let my enemies close in,
vanquish me, take me down.
I will not fight the inevitable
and will welcome each foe
with the open arms
of a man who’s learned
that in the final end
you reap what you sow.
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Interesting poem 🙂
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Thanks! I try to make my writing interesting whenever I can 😉
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Awesome…
I won’t cast my enemies rather embrace them
Who knows we might become best friends from best foes
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Thanks, follypen! That’s a great way to think about your enemies 🙂
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There is many different ways we can “fight” our enemies. 🌹
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So true, metaphorically and literally. 🙂
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