Days

Days

Day one.

I avoided.

I returned home unscathed.

the only wounds i had, 

not of flesh.

Day two.

I was beat.

I was pulled.

Objects thrown at my head.

I returned home,

more broken then before.

Day Three.

I sat quietly.

I wanted to get over it.

They screamed, 

And once again dug their claws into me.

Day Four.

It seemed quiet.

It was calm.

I was relaxed.

All was well.

I drifted to the furthest walls of my mind.

Day Five.

The finale.

It was okay,

Just okay.

In the final moments of the day,

There was an attack.

I was spared,

But my comrade was hit with a strong force