I grasp at straws, defenseless against the ravenous wolf
Petrified and despondent, incarcerated in this cell I've made.
The guards are oblivious to the thunderous silence of my fears
A perfect refuge was put up, but it's on the brink of collapse
Heaving and panting, I tried to catch my breath
The silent screams are beginning to be audible to hear
Salt streams are gushing from my eyes and to my cheeks
The canyons of my face hold the scars of my fears
Cacophony of huffs and puffs cutting like a knife
Bracing for impact, I held on for dear life
Gales of wind coming from the canine
To my surprise, my defenses are down, but certainly, I'm fine
The wolf was a black dog lending a hand
I'm trapped, and it is worried I might meet my end
The terror is nothing but a figment of my imagination
My inhibitions are severe, but they are just my perception
The self-inflicted distress was brought to light
Golden rays eminating from the ruins of the fight
In my despair, I do declare that a lesson was learned
My walls are down all around, but solace was earned
JE LEEST
Journal of a Broken Person
OverigThis is a collection of my late night journal entries as I navigate through the terrible things that people have done to me. This also contains conversations with myself as I wallow in self-loathing for all the things I want it to be but can't seem...
