Day 144
19.07.2014
Topic: Old too young
Topic given by Amanda Stenersrød
Fear of the hand that fed his mouth
That black and blue hand
with knuckles so robust
they felt like penetrating nails to his skin
a learned behavior of wearing his shoulders on his chin
eyes to the ground
arms to himself
a tongue that only spoke in short replies
Self taught to take care of his siblings
he wore their destiny behind his calm facade
He counted every day he could save them
as a blessing
ending every one of them with tears
those of joy
and those of horror
but they were still alive
A boy without a childhood
A man with no sense of how an adult should act
Too young to be old
With nothing young in him
Too old to be innocent
With so much reflection he could not understand
MesAyah 
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