Missed paint

Missed paint

A Poem by Timewithoutgesture

I believe as it were ,
A night of decay..
A night of sleep..
A night of dissray ..

Dries so quickly on the wall blue..I see faces and different things hidden within the spaces... I see soldiers ,I hear the war.. I imagine them shouting as guns fire at them....

I imagine the scissorhead laughing pointing where I missed, and a flawing list... He mocks me precious little Stine... He starts to build my pine box fit to size..
Oh how he mocks and mocks bringing upfront every flaw.... I leave myself with a broken jaw..

Fighting with the scissorhead is the salesman upon the wall... I'll sell you my soul Leave the painter alone ....he pleads and pleads as I cry happily for the salesman saves my day...I interrupt no no it's time I do this myself .... I scream and shout as scissorhead disappears..

In the distant wall I imagine myself facing my fears... Fearless and far my mind wonders away.... I fear nothing...I fear no one . Not today

I missed the paint there...and here...the wall isn't fully blue..How could I let myself down ? I didn't no,no I let myself go up to the heightest point I could without a ladder to climb...

I believe as it were..
A day of dream.
A day of error..
A day of dissray
A day of missed paint

© 2020 Timewithoutgesture

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Added on January 14, 2020
Last Updated on January 14, 2020

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