The Enemy in the night

You, who fills this endless void, 

With the whispers of your voice; 

You, who visits me frequently, 

As thousand suns, 

And thousand moons

Have come and passed- 

You appear and disappear

As seasons change, 

And the moments pass;

You, who comes to me

With the mask of a friend,

You cling to me 

And crush me,

Leaving me breathless-

Gasping for air;

You seek me from time to time, 

Keeping me company, 

And yet I know not of your name,

Nor your face,

But your scent. 

A sweet-smelling scent, 

That leaves a foul taste in my mouth, 

And I know it's you. 

Because you who comes to me, 

Within the shadows of the light, 

It's only you who has the scent- 

Of the enemy in the night. 

Reviews

[Marianne Rose]

I like this a lot . . . It has a mystery woven into it that I can fill in with my own experience. I like the theme of the enemy behind this mask, the way the poem lures me also into into thinking this is a friend - "a sweet smelling scent that leaves a foul taste in my mouth", and the way the poem communicates the visitations over years, like you can never shake free of it.

[Carissa Marie]

Exactly. Thanks for reading. :)