Angel Boy....

The tooth of the fairy,

The wings of an angel.

Their odyssey to the gates of heaven: unaccompanied.

Their entire life, praised but never preached.

The frustration of their plight mirrors mine.

The corner, futile.

The pages, crinkled.

The feelings, written.

My soul, forsaken.

The gold leaves that sparkle my eye,

To any other, appear as inutile,

As the autumn leaves falling from the grey sky.

Am I merely the

Rain glistening in the clouds?

Smile draping an invisible frown,

Boy with a harrowing story,

Making up fables in his diary.

Ceilings collapsing,

Mine are the only ears

That listen to my bewailing.

The boy within never won,

The father on the son’s birthday,

Breathed away all the fun,

All with the static of the TV.

A veiled lie, the prodigy’s life.

He, himself, unconcealed the white lie,

Suffocating him from inside.

The dad held different reservations on his birthday,

In the restaurant of his imagination,

Titled: “The kids who study, don’t think of boys.”

Shedding tears under the moonlight,

The hidden visage never glows.

The only epiphany,

The translucent pearls, my homely abode.

Eighty hands around me,

Each trembling while,

Mine clasped together.

Always the 2nd in line,

The exhilaration to be the token,

That was chosen.

Why does everyone but no one care?

Let me go away,

Let the wind have me,

Scatter my dust.

For me, there exists a different reality:

To breathe with the angels and the fairies.