Single Confession

A sad story of a single confession

Tranquil rest broken by an alarm's noise,

He silenced the alarm and rose up to poise.

Shaking the sleep from the corners of his eyes,

He went over what his day would comprise

Of. Too many thoughts flooded his head for this time;

He placed that aside and listened to nature's chime

Outside, where the birds had risen for hours

And had been frolicking and chirping among the flowers.

The boy shuffled to the bath room,

Hopefully, to shower away his morning gloom.

Upon returning to his room after cleaning,

He saw an object that started his gleaming.

He reached down and picked up a necklace,

Then stuffed it away, trying to not be reckless.

This object was for whom he desired,

That was why, it, he had acquired.

Shining brighter, the sun seemed bigger,

As if the more light would indeed trigger

His feeling of deep desire and passion

To emerge in such a glorious fashion.

Working quickly, he prepared for his day;

Dressing, grooming, eating, just to feel okay.

Out the door, next, he stumbled to school somehow,

Knowing today that he would endow

A very lucky someone with his strong affection.

Yet, still, in the face of this positive direction,

He felt nervous and took a step back,

Trying to build the confidence he did lack.

Once calm, he stepped forward into his routine,

Feeling confident, a bit more keen.

Time flew for him, building up to his shining moment

When he would bestow a gift and ask a question so potent

That his whole body shook

With the overwhelming feelings he took

To be happiness and glee

Running around his mind, set free.

He saw her. Mixed in the crowd, she stood out.

He wanted to yell to get her, but he took a safer route

And walked to her, striking up small talk

And taking her away for a simple walk.

The necklace burned in his back pocket,

Ready to launch his relationship like a rocket,

Yet, he fumbled with his words,

They, coming out like mushed curds

Until he stamped his heart down

And looked up from the ground.

He took the necklace and placed it in the girl's hand,

A moment longer of his own incompetence, he couldn't stand.

He voiced his gentle affection to her,

How her beauty and being was his cure

To the insanity of being alone,

Of being as unreachable as stone.

He finished with a smile and a steady air,

He filled each word with all of his care.

She stared back, waiting for him to finish,

Taking in every word with attention not diminished

And her eyes never strayed

While listening to his words so weighed

Down with the affection of his heart,

Feelings elongated from the very start

Of their meeting

And their initial greeting.

She spoke her words calmly and curtly,

Making certain all meaning was overtly

Gleaned to not be stressed in any other manner

Than was cleanly phrased on a friendship banner.

She rejected his affection, turned his gift down.

She did so with as little a gentle sound

But was greeted by his changing expression,

His demeanor, and blistered intention.

He breathed a word of regret, followed by a smile,

He tried not to show the ill efforts of this trial.

He brushed the day away and feigned joy

So that no one would know of his sadness that would destroy

His own mind in the eventual circumstance

That he could never lance

Another ring of hope from the darkened night

That spelled the short coming of his own might.

Time passed again, bringing him back home,

To his sheltered area, his sad little cone

Of non-lenient destitution

That killed any hopes of restitution

For his sad little life

Covered in hopeless strife.

An uphill life fraught with steeping slopes

Was where he would knowingly lose all his hopes

To the very sickness that came to be known as breathing.

So, with an expression so powerfully seething,

He took a bottle from his cupboard, filled to the brim.

It was how he could forget, not just a whim.

With a swift action, he drained the bottle whole;

A dozen plus more pills now flooding his abdomen so droll.

He blinked the weariness from his eyes

And walked out to the grass, staring into the skies

So streaked with clouds racing

And airplanes tracing

Trails across the deep blue expanse

That became his final optical trance.

He laid down in the grass once finally,

Paying dues for his life-long lack of piety.

With a blink and the soft sound of a snore,

He drifted off and was no more.

Reviews

[Emily]

Again,another great poem.I can totally relate.This one sounds like a modern day Edgar Allan Poe.'That became his final optical trance.' is my favorite line.