An Enemy I Can See

it's a battlefield

trudging through the bog

bright light shining dimly through the fog

there's a low voice speaking

maybe a Cohen song

that takes the mind back to places long gone

i need a tangible thing

an enemy i can see

tentatively staring into the mirror

I see only me.

Self Portrait in Pencil

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