My Friend the Enemy

He was once my friend. He would help me everyday and never let me down. He was always there when ever I needed him. I once told everyone how much of an asset he was and how I couldn’t live without him.

But now he is my enemy. He walks a road that I can no longer travel. I cannot look at him without feelings of disgust and regret. He is a symbol of all that I seek to change.

He goes by many names and is called many things by others. But I will always know my old Friend the Enemy, as spacer.gif