Random Thoughts🌙

Grew up too fast

  At such a young age his silence held deafening thoughts. A million scenarios ran through his head. At an age of barely 15, he lowered his father's cold, lifeless body into the grave. He had seen his father die everyday. Everyday he saw him wither away each time his lips met the bottle of poison, drowning in the devil's concoction. 

  He witnessed his mother's tears and turmoil, his older brother growing up long before his time. He saw people marking their family as tainted, broken, dysfunctional. Friends he had once known became distant strangers who pulled back, too scared of the darkness he had to see everyday. He was forced to grow up, to take up the mantle of a man when he was just a mere boy.

  He had to see his 'father' stumble around, passed out on the floor, reeking of alcohol or with another woman. He had to see so much, his innocence robbed from him. Was this what fate had in stored for him? Or was this just a passing phase of life? 

  Maybe now he would have a chance to see his brother breathe, his mother's eyes with a bit more life or have his own voice return...