Foe Poem by Lev Brekhman

Foe



Who wants to hide?
Has nowhere to go,
Walk, run or ride.
Result is quite foregone,
The foe is in you...
Wound: festering and burning.
Still, take a better view…
You fail, but you are learning.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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