Introspection
"I am the enemy you killed, my friend." (Wilfed Owen, "Strange Meeting")
I am misery's delineation:
A specimen for examination
By every stranger who crosses my path.
An unpalatable decoction
Whose drops of introspection
Ooze the malice of suppurating regret
And its corrosive malevolence
Enacts its secret violence
Of stultifying incapacitation.
I am the enemy I killed, my friend.
Who else can ever stand condemned?
I am the victim of my own examination.