A Wounded Man

My dog be tryna protect everybody even from they self.. that in the end he don’t protect himself

We don’t know our biggest fears but it’s never death, Its worst looking around and seeing nobody left 

Catching waves of aggression, tryna channel expression.

2nd guessing if the biggest question is disguised as a hidden blessing

Who gon survive , the water in the eyes , never dropped  so his face dry

Who gone lie, the objects in the mirror don’t look as close in the daytime

What’s next...

What’s rest?

Can we survive on the crisis and the stress?