I Must Not End This Story With a Happy Ending
I must not end this story
with a happy ending as many
stories that are written for money;
I have come to the conclusion
that I must not end this story
and enhance it with allusion!
My story began two summers ago
when the enchanting blueness of the August sky
was as vast as the serene sea below;
in November leaves change colors
bringing shivers down my spine,
I started to show some sadness,
yes, it announced its imminent and final goodbye!
I must not end this story
with a happy ending
to please none other than me,
because it's a real victory
being fair and exposing
any truth that the writer
may omit for monetary gains,
or for a conviction, he thinks
it's plausible and self-explanatory;
never conceal your guilt through fear,
and protect it from inner threats...
when conscience reverts to anger!
I led a very obscure existence,
shunning gestures of amicability,
not trusting in their sincere intent;
I went in the opposite direction
instead of embracing their trust;
my train derailed and went off its tracks,
I found myself alone and hurt
nullifying my invincibility as that man
who knocked down walls and intimidated minds...
all in all, it lessened my confidence
in strength and refusing to hear woeful sounds
of reprimanding and utter shame...
nobody heard my lamentations, I felt so lame
and fragile while my convictions
became opinions that meant little or nothing!
I must not end this story
with a happy ending
to meet the requirements
dictated by a distorted society
that praises thugs and villains,
and despises the virtues of heroes;
I must not end this story
and be acclaimed for my infamy
that will restrict the joy of living!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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