Tell Me Why

Narration of a 9 year old wounded (physically, mentally n emotionally) lad, an orphan living under fear’s minions (hate, lies, pain, much more pain. . . . .)

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Hahahaha. . . . .

Hey mom over here!!
Throw me the ball!!

DAD!! not fair. . . . .dont steal the ball from me! Thats cheating!!
Hehehe. . . . .

Hey Maa. . . . .Dad can I say something?

Sure! Whats holding u back son?. . . . .let it out. . . . .

Hmmm uhh. . . . .
I really love u guys. . . . .

Dad, Maa. . . . .y cant I see ur faces??

Hey y are u guys going away. . . . .
HEY. . . . .

HEY!!

what’s that light?!

WAKE U PUNK. . . . .u gotta clean the toilets. . . . .

N who the f*** is that whining face for. . . . .now GET ON UR A** n get to work or no food for a week. . . . .
I want those s***pots, spic’n'span licked clean. . . . .
U HEAR ME DIRT??

Yee. . . . .es sir. . . . .
:’(

Meaningless tears, letting themselves free,
Tear ducts running dry, lies hurting eyes with which I see,
Wish dreams would come alive, n bring them back to me,
Parents in a bond n me in between. . . . .

AAH!!. . . . .I M Goinn. . . . .
STOP HITTING ME PLEASE. . . . .
Aarhh. . . . .maa y did u leave me. . . . .paa please come back. . . . . :’(
please come n take me with u. . . . . :’(

Hush. . . . .

Not a sound to be heard,
Nothing but voices of a biased word,
‘F a m i l y’, a hope of a distant dream,
Something which I wonder, is a luxury than it may seem. . . . .

Blood n bruises becoming a part of my identity,
Thickening my thoughts, unable to react to the no-good-serendipity. . . . .

Frightened emotions unable to shed their inhibitions,
Unable to plunge away from fear’s minions. . . . .

Afraid I might attain the lose of impeding hope,
Shattered courage cries. . . . .”LEAVE ME ALONE, its hard to cope!”

Spending the day under the shade of a terrifying irony,
The irony of parched living in flooded floors of tears. . . . .

Heart’s honest wish to cruise the bruise to a better tomorrow,
Though mind whispers, its ecstasy to end the daylight’s sorrow. . . . .
To break faith’s flow passing through a path so narrow. . . . .
Be at peace with urself, with death’s bloodstained arrow. . . . .

Maa-paa, Why did u not kill me instead?

Answer my cries, answer to the pain u left me unsaid. . . . .

Why did u burden my weak shoulders??

Why did u leave me responsible for myself. . . . .

why. . . . .

tell me why. . . . .

- Jeswyn m.