May 17, 2011 by Elle Poem for Mine Enemy Your hatred implodes. Who is left malevolent and inauspicious, veiled with portent, menace, and shrouds of peril? No clemency for your fury, nor chastisement for your wretched mediocrity. The only soul experiencing your anguish is you. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading... Related