The Painting On the Wall
"THE PAINTING ON THE WALL"
today I walked down 19th street
and saw a pillar with the remnants
of a painting that was left from
an unfinished concealment.
the painting was of a man in a
blue collared shirt. his hands
held
an object cut off by the end of
the
pillar itself and his eyes were
to the
sky with apprehension.
I wondered why this portion of
him
was left. I wondered why I was
standing in the middle of the
street
wondering about this man no one
else
seemed to care about.
from far away he had nothing
left.
all seemed to be lost but then
I realized
something great. close up, he
was holding
on to what was left.
he wasn't completely gone.
just like him, a greater portion
of me
had been erased throughout the
years.
he had something left to give
and from
the crowd, I was fortunate to
see it.
that was all he needed.
someone to see his worth and
realize
that anything is worth saving.
even the parts that no longer
had life.
I knew then I was still in the
fight.
the man on the pillar was left
for me
to see. I had died inside with
only my
love to give.
we stood alone among the world
that
afternoon and together, we held
on to
this crazy thing called
existence.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-23-2016
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2016
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