Peter by S.J. Tyler Peter waited by the window Holding out his hand to me Me: A child waiting for guidance A small animal A follower His eyes smiled with mischief Reaching out until I moved I took hold And away we flew Onto a rooftop Above the village I went along, unsure of what to expect Searching for reassurance In his all-knowing eyes Wise beyond the years His sleek new body might suggest He is one who will fight for his youth He is one who should never age On the rooftop the world below stops Time is frozen with us in it And Peter laughs at my discomfort “Why are you in such a rush to grow up?” he asks “Don’t you know what you have now is wonderful?” “I want to know things,” I answer “Well, I can show you,” he replies He looks deeply into my eyes And as I look into his, I see all there is to know I blink and I can see no more He holds me and says, “You see, boy, there is nothing more to know” He takes me over his knee And spanks me until my backside is raw And in my newly hardened skin, I understand If I hold onto him, I’ll never grow up 12/15/2006 Author's Note: Some people can just control the universe and time itself. Posted on 12/15/2006 Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler Member Comments on this Poem Posted by P.T. Brooks on 12/15/06 at 08:41 PM interseting read Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/15/06 at 08:52 PM Really interesting image, man. Really well done, too. Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)