Searching For Grace

I'm just searching for grace
While the rain pours down
Learning the tricks of a poker face
Just to hide this frown
Not seeing how to win this race
When the flood comes to town
So I'll keep searching for grace
While the rain pours down

I'm just wishing for grace
While the wheels come off
Waiting to be put in my place
In the flames of a molotov
Can't keep up with the pace
When the fires make me cough
So I'll just keep wishing for grace
While the wheels come off

I'm just praying for grace
While I lose my wings
Waiting on echoes from out in space
Where my angels sing
I hope my cards have every ace
Because my devils all hold kings
So I'll keep praying for grace
While I lose my wings

I'm still searching for grace
While the rain pours down
Wondering how I can beat the chase
And give up my crown
Maybe vanish without a trace
To find another hollow ground
So I'm still searching for grace
While the rain pours down

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

There’s a tender persistence in this piece. I love how softly it moves, even through all the storms and unraveling. Each return to grace feels a little more fragile, a little more honest. The imagery carries real weight, but the voice stays gentle, and that contrast makes the whole poem glow.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Muse expressed superly with fine refrain and your rhyme scheme is fab too. Kudos!

Plz also read and comment my newest poem too

[ETERNITY]

Brandon, that was perfect!
These lines gave me chills:
"I hope my cards have every ace
Because my devils all hold kings"
What a great piece of work!

[Brandon Houser]

Thanks E! :)
Glad you liked it!