It was like he never left.
But in his defense, this wasn't one of those things a person could forget. No, this was sentient, trauma stuck within the hallowed halls of his mind, set his soul on fire.
He had been ten that winter, a time too cold, an age too young to be set ablaze.
And as Rajkumar spoke to the people in the hall about the community agency against abuse, both young and old, his sister in the first row, acknowledged by a brief nod of his head, he thought he had come a tad too late, a subjective description given that it was eighteen years and a few months ago.
It was a memory that he didn't want to remember. It was a memory that he couldn't forget. Perhaps, it had already become a part of him, a major force to who he was and why he did the things that he did. Why he stood here and tried to lure the demons out.
He had been ten that winter. He had grown old very quick.
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The darkness within him, it looms and it sways
A brooding force that's been haunting his days
It's a trauma so deep, that it's hard to describe
A pain so intense, he can't seem to hide
He was just a child when the world turned to ash
Too young to comprehend the pain of the lash, too afraid of the backlash
Now a man grown, he's still haunted by the past
A struggle so heavy, it feels like he can't last.
It's a burden he bears, with a weight so heavy
A darkness that's constant, that he can't seem to levy
It's a force that looms, like an unending night
A struggle so real, that it fills him with fright
Perhaps he'll never defeat it, this trauma that reigns
Perhaps it will always hold him, in its torturous chains
For the darkness within, it weighs heavy and deep
A brooding uncertainty, that he can't seem to keep
But he'll fight on, even in the face of the unknown
Hoping to find peace, before he's fully grown
For he knows that his struggles, they are his alone
A battle so intense, it's hard to atone
But he'll keep on fighting, even in the face of defeat
Hoping that someday, his pain will be obsolete.
But would it ever?
He doesn't know.
Perhaps someday, somehow, sunset
It would come full circle, the shaping of the son.
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