After Hours.

The boy in the lonely hour find himself.

 

The boy who sits about in school for hours of the day is known by not even the student who sits next to him. 

He reads, he sits alone at lunch, he waits for all of the other children to walk to class first so he is not caught up within the possibility of being pushed into his tears, for his peers are fears.  

 

They sometimes call him names because he knows not the trends of today, they laugh because his style isn't profane and does not promote the youth around him.  He is an individual. For when he gets off of the three o' clock bus and steps onto familiar grass, and witnesses familiar faces, his anxiety reduces and he may breath without having to turn his head. 

Once alone, the boy feels accepted, for he may do what he pleases. He sketches his dreams, the seventy page notebook cares for his imagination. The only type of appreciation needed was his own. His worst enemy being his alarm clock, with each hour passing being closer to having to return to school. It was alright though, for the boy knew he would survive once more, and enjoy his lonely hour. 

Author's Note

To Timothy. Excuse minor errors

Reviews

[L. Michelle Corp]

Why on Earth has this not been reviewed? I am utterly thankful that I came upon this poem, Matthew. I relate to this poem very much. In school my peers were my fears. It's something I'm still not over, and it's been many years. A self-isolated soul never changes; just learns to expertly feign social prowess. Perhaps you'd like my writing; all of which contain 100 words or less.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like how you create character, needed place of loneliness and the good description of one person need to be invisible. I enjoyed the tale. Take talent to write a complete story in so few words. You did. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote