Peeling Paint

Existing by this wall just wishing 
Life would pass me by just sitting 
On a curb all day 
with the sun on my face 
peeking out through 
shadowed clouds filled with rain 
And time again 
And time again 
I'll swear I see a sign 
Of a door swing open with 
White light billowing in my eyes 
And forcing hope in brokenness 

Trudging through this massacre 
of politics vs. pomegranate seeds 
And people singing out but 
never living what they believe 
I Pardon my sin but only Jesus saves 
And I don't have time to explain 
Wait, nevermind, I do have time 
We have all the time in the world 
We have all the time in the world 
However little it may be 
I hope to God it's not just me that sees 

And when I saw the way she walked 
I felt a homemade sense of happiness 
That pushed me to my limits 
That saw that I was worth it 
But You never died so I could get my toys for Christmas 
Or to sit inside my bubble and 
never let anyone in it 

Just white and plain, with peeling paint 
Hoping no one sees the inner damage 
Of a broken boy with dreams to fly 
with clipped wings and shattered pencils 

And I might give a shout out 
if I felt like I could strain 
Another problematic note 
to force society to blame 
Another politician, 
for the love we're missing 
Never knowing it would be 
just as easy if you'd listen 

To the sound of a kiss 
from father to the baby girl 
Oh! How she hung the stars! 
Oh! How she's my life! 
And in her future flaws 
I'll never look past the night 
When we first were together 
and she cried out for me 
And I ran to go and help her, 
wipe the tears from her cheeks 
And I held her close for hours 
and it softly quieted down 
And I smiled as you slept in my arms 
I'll just sit now 

And watch you dream... 
Oh! God birth a dream in her 
Birth a dream 

Push the last bowl over the edge 
of all we know 
Because the world gets a token 
that was taken by the troll 
And the lamb comes ready 
to break the seal 
and set us free from all we know 
To show us all He knows 
About the seasons here, 
the rain and snow 
And every other little thing 
we take for granted like it's dirt 
How ever, with our eyes, 
can we ever see our worth?

Reviews

[C.J. Ravenheart]

I found this poem really relatable interesting. and going off of what @House of Immite said about your poem being very well transitioned, the pace of it, and that you have great potential for being a writer.

I like it and keep up the good work.

[House of Immite]

I like how this poem flows. Each verse is almost irrelevant to the other, but somehow you managed to make smooth transitions. You have great potential and this is a good piece of work for an upcoming writer. Keep it up.