Poetry – Enemy in my camp

The Enemy in My Camp
By  L. Awah Azah
I know I have an enemy very close
Because each time I will for a big show!
He wins to seduce me to fall for I can’t
This foes face I have sought for so long
But all attempts ended in a white chase
 
He seems to master my every move
Always present in my every strategy
One could judge that she never fails
To win me over against my victory
I think she is an enemy in my camp
 
So I chose to answer to my choices
And be in charge of cleaning my messes
Only then did I arrest my enemy in the act
Looking up to his face to pass my verdict
Shocked, I was to declare myself guilty