“Being the Enemy” (a poem by KPKeelan)

(for Evan)


I think often about my enemy.

I worry about him.

I want him to be happy,

but he always seems so very miserable.

Hating me must be taking its toll.

He blames me

for all the dysfunction in his life.

In his eyes,

I am the cause of

his lonely angst.

No amount of exposure to the truth

can change his mind,

soften his heart,

open his eyes.

The poor fellow feeds on his own rage,

loves it, cherishes the anger, nurtures it

as the defining part of himself.

It’s not the way I would have it,

but I don’t get to choose.

Irrevocably cast as the villain in the story,

there is a crazy irony he will never see:

that I love my enemy.


© KPKeelan

(5- 15- 13)

all rights reserved


About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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