Chicano Eddie Poet Free verse

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

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