Fragile

What’s better than to end a day in shame. Like a wounded soldier in front of the Gods of Olympus. I feel awful, like I’m stripped naked in front of so many eyes. Two consecutive days of disgrace. For two days I felt like I’ve lost my honor and medallion. Now, I’m a wounded soldier left to be devoured by wolves. Worst, the devouring seemed to be endless and so is the pain I’m feeling. This is bad. Soon I’ll drift into my own world again. Which I usually do to regain strength. Wish this will be over soon...