Naraka

He used to awake so easily and go about his day

He was the early bird that caught the worm

But now he’s the prey that awaits hunting

His fathers yawns echoed in his eardrums

As he awaited his departure

Before coming out of his shell of safety.

Every creak and squeak in the floorboards

Caused him to believe it was mission impossible

And that he had awoken the beast that lay within his home

He was gentle and he was quiet but the beast that lay had something else in its desire.

It enjoyed the misery it dwelled upon his day,

His day that barely began had already come to an end.

It erupted fear and sorrow into his soul as he gathered his belongings and left for school.

The bus parked next to the curb and opened its doors

Warmth embraced his frosty cheeks and he let out a crooked smile

He ran across the vehicle and camped in the corner

Hoping he wouldn’t catch anyone’s gaze

They all stared and dug deep into the realms of his mind

But this was the art of anxiety

A blank canvas, but to him, it was a flood of pain

His eyes fixated on the floor and his body sculpted to the seat as the journey commenced.

A mob was in full war as it powered towards the prison-like establishment.

He walked emptily but inside he was prancing to his six-hour long freedom sentence.

The crooked smile turned into a pool of pleasure and he was able to release the breath he had held since the beast awoke.

The day became a blur and reality ceased to exist

Though it was not a dream, this was his dreamland

He was the creator and saviour within his own universe

But this universe was a timed dimension that was soon to expire.

They announced a feast but his hunger was only replenished as he merrily rejoiced with his two companions.

Two companions worth a million but he felt a penny to them.

Albeit, their efforts he was comforted by depressions seductive touch.

The touch reminded him that he cannot go to the ball, for all he is, a mere servant whose life possessed no value.

He wasn’t a being but a currency exchanged for purposes unbeknownst to him and disregarded by the higher powers for their personal pleasure.

He became a ploy in their game, a target on his back and a bomb attached to his character.

He was nothing but property, real estate that belonged to the beast.

The beast hungered and awaited his return from travels

The beast overcame with rage and smothered him in a web of fury, feeding of his weakness, the beast drained the life he held like a tap but he eventually had to stop running because he knew the more he ran, the quicker it would get him back to the beast.

A continuous cycle that was stationary but he could no longer bear the walk and he accepted that his fate was sealed

*RING RING*

Dad’s home.

Mum finished her feast and exorcism.

The son was locked back in his cage.