This Little Book of Mine

Dangerous Places

This place.
This place was my home.
My safe haven.
My utopia.
Now, danger lurks at every corner. One wrong move and I may end up dead. Or somebody else.
I must be cautious. I must be alert. I mustn't sleep nor eat nor blink.
One wrong word and I lose my tongue. Or a limb or two.
I have learned this from experience. My body is decorated in bruises and scars, permanent reminders of my mistakes.
Of the games I've played and lost.
I sit here, writing this with trembling hands.
What if He discovers this?
Will I be tried with treason?
The odds are certainly against me. Yet, I have no choice but to write.
Writing these words helps me hold onto my sanity. Fragile, delicate sanity.
Oh, what has this place come to?
We have fallen into a hole of never-ending despair. Chaos, war, and darkness reign.

He reigns. And when He finds out, there is no escaping His wrath.