My own worst enemy,
wantonly destroying,
carelessly dashing,
my god-given energy.

And, although, acutely aware,
I still shred my life
with serrated scissors
into flailing tatters.

But,
I breathe,
I moan,
I sigh,
I punch my fist high.
And, as long as there is
life in my body,
I contemptuously,
resolutely
defy.