Autobiography

I'm defenseless,
caught in the open and
    hemmed in
by an invisible enemy
that will not relent.

When my enemy first attacked I turned to my closest ally,
    begging for support
before my enemy grew too strong.
But my "ally" became enraged,
        furious that I would inconvenience it with my weakness.
So I ran,
    and ran,
        and ran,
until I had run much too far to get home.
    But still my enemy pursued me.

I realized I could not outrun my enemy,
so I called out to God,
    pleading:
           "Oh Lord, please! I know I do not deserve your aid
            but I am beset by a foe I cannot defeat! I need your help
            or I will surely perish!"
And the Lord laughed,
    saying,
           "How dare you, a sinner, ask me for help!
            it was I, in my infinite mercy and wisdom,
            who sent this foe to destroy you!"
He then descended upon me with the fury of a righteous lion
    and raked at my very soul
with his just claws.
He raked and raked and raked until,
    screaming in agony,
I plunged a knife deep into my chest and
        cut out my own heart!
Then,
    his loving eyes beaming with satisfaction,
the Lord left me
    lying in a pool of my own blood,
        never to return.

Desperate,
    broken, and
        alone,
I turned to human generals
    (three to be exact).
"Give us your money and your trust,"
    they said,
"And we'll help you defeat your enemy."
    So I did,
and they ordered me to assault my enemy with logic.
I obeyed their commands,
    charging at my enemy only to be driven back.
Still the generals bellowed, "Attack, attack! No time to plan, just attack!"
So I fought and I fought and I fought
until I lacked the strength to stand.
    Exhausted,
       sprawled out in the mud,
the generals all left, saying,
    "Oh well, we tried."

I am now cut off from all escape routes,
    the vultures circling overhead,
and surrounded by a foe that has
    poisoned my thoughts.
No reinforcements could possibly reach at this point,
           and even if they could I was told me not to seek aid;
           that I must defeat my enemy on my own.
Slowly,
    surely,
my enemy closes in.
It is only a matter of time until
    I am no more.