I wake up and I thank the Lord.
I’m in a dark place.
And there’s no one to trust.
I walk in the halls and I see the wolf staring.
Lurking, Learning, Waiting for the right time.
I’ve learnt to sleep with an eye wide open.
I’ve heard the tales.
The sheep against the wolf.
It never ends well for the sheep.
I've learnt to mind my business.
I continue to hope and pray.
I’m covered in wolf clothing.
But they can still smell the fear.
The smell of a sheep.
I’ve grown eyes at the back of my head.
I have a friend.
A sheep like myself.
The wolves never attack a group.
So we stay together.
But for how long.
It’s night again.
The wolves are out to play.
They come.
Knock!! Knock!!
I refuse to open.
I’m scared.
One day they will break the door.
Help!!!
Crying with wolf