(#1) A Short Story

Life,
If I gave life a metaphor,
It wouldn't be a thick, thick book,
It wouldn't be fairytale nor fancy,
They just don't fit all the time, you know?
If I gave life a metaphor,
It would be a short, short story,
One bursting with energy
To the last period on the last page.

Why? Say, for example,
Little boy went to school,
Eyes brimming with the glance-at-everything
Curious stare.
Bright green shirt, dark blue shorts,
His mother sewed the baseball cap
The crown on his innocent head -
The only child in the family.
He was five, then,
Maybe six, in a few months time
And he had a knack for trying to reach for things
Especially those hard to reach.
Possibly a good sign,
The boy just wants to grow tall.
Like his father, or taller.

School was going fine, as always, to the boy
Who's always a few lessons ahead.
As revision ate away his breaktime,
He didn't mind, he loved his books.
Jumping grades would be no worry,
For the clever boy with a bright future ahead.
Mom was an Oxford graduate,
Dad owned the city's largest business,
The little boy's life was safe,
Secure.

Little boy saw a pretty blue bird,
On the fourth floor of Math class,
Perched on the window sill's edge
With a beauty so quiet and intimate.
Curiousity killed the cat,
He stood on a high stool and
Stretched out an arm out to reach for
His death.

The bird had flown out of arm's reach.
It would rather take another's life
To preserve its own, see.

As life spilled out
From beneath his little crown,
The cap turned a shade of ruby -
Just like the value of his life.
His pages flip faster,
The story reaching the end
Sooner than anyone would have wanted it to.
Sirens wailed,
Mother was crying on Dad's shoulder,
They rushed little boy to hospital.
On the first floor they found the body,
At the window sill they found an overturned chair,
Just four floors above the
Climax of his story.

When little boy lived, the pages burst with energy.
When little boy fell, he penned his life down.
To the last period on the last page[.]



After everything, looking back,
It's been such a journey, writing and experiencing life.

Here's the first poem I've ever written,
You decide how much my works have changed!