Maybe lost.

By October 31, 2019 No Comments

He sneaks into the house and goes on tiptoe to his room. His eyes red and darting here and there.
He has taken it again. I know.
I hurry to his room but he’s sprawled across the big mattress snoring away, it’s not even up to five minutes he came in.
I stand in front of the dressing mirror in his room and look at my image stare back at me. Blurry.
The tears drop but I don’t even notice.
That accident had killed mum and Dad: Wole started taking drugs. How did we get here; my brother was lost.


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