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.