Just My Poems

#113 Injured Warrior

In the middle of the night, when all of my family members are asleep, that's when I'm most vulnerable. I think that the intruders know that too.

Their miniscule attacks spiral out of hand real fast. They break the locks of my brain so seamlessly, and bulldoze the subsequent walls with an eerie quietness.

The best part was, their attacks hurt me so badly, yet I learn to keep quiet, and never scream for help.