The Only Enemy
A poem by Anna Atsu
You say you have no enemies,
Yet there is something you hold a grudge against,
Your perfectly legal enemy “Death”,
The silent foe, the final dance you don’t wish to swirl.
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In shadows lurking, always near,
A spectator, spectre haunting, ever clear,
With icy fingers, it reaches out,
To claim us all, without a doubt.
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We try to fight, we try to flee,
But in the end, it's destiny.
No matter what wealth or power held,
In Death's embrace, all are compelled.
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Yet still we rage against the dark,
With every beat, our feeble spark,
Defying fate, though we may try,
Inevitably, must die.
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So hold your grudge, declare your war,
Against the enemy at Death's door.
But know, in the end, it's just a dance,
Unfinished act, in life's grand ending trance.
