A boy still!

A boy of probably thirteen. Happy. Mischevious. Pulling tricks day in and day out. Boys will be boys. A minute agoe he was a boy still, the darkest day dawns upon him and as the minute passes he is forced to age into a man. Just like that. No options offered, no questions asked. Just like that. Tear stained cheeks, wandering eyes, the disbelief, the questions that arise, why now? Why so soon? Why should he grow up? They say, "It will all pass, it will all be alright." Are they really that naive? Do they really expect him to believe them? Do they not know that he no longer believes? That day when the sun didn't rise, he no longer believes. That darkness that enevelops him brings many faces, faces he doesn't need. What he needs is no longer there. The face he craves to see is gone and all that is left is an eclipse. An eclipse darkness and lucid dreams. It's kind of funny, it's kind of sad, the dreams in which he is dying are the best he's ever had.He scorns, he scoffs, he mocks us all, he mocks are ignorance. He wishes he was just as ignorance. Lost in smoke. All he craves for is peace.A man of twenty two, is no different from the day. He still lives in the same murkiness of that day. A never-ending gloom. He still has no faith. Dear God, he still can't believe in you. He won't believe in heaven no hell, no pearly gates, no devil burns well. Boys WILL be boys. Him,a boy still, Dear God, oh God! he won't believe in you! The pain doesn't end. He knew it then, he can confirm it now. They WERE all wrong. It will never be alright. NEVER. That question, a curse it has become. It haunted him then, it haunts him still. The question his mouth won't word. "What about my father?" "Why my father?"