Moses.

I'm a closet case.

Weaving basket crates,

to send us on our way.

 

My bones all make this frame.

It gets stronger everyday,

as we gather down the stream.

 

I told you I'm the only one.

Its just that I'm a lonely one.

I figured that you owed me one.

 

Step out of your skin today.

Take a swim,

and clean off everything inane.

 

It can take so long to pray,

either way,

our bones all blow away.

 

Step out of your viens someday.

Those rivers cross,

I'm floating towards your name.

 

You spit me out in a way.

I blame the father,

you change my name.

 

My veins are weaving,

I'm hardly breathing.

My basket broke,

I can only hope to float.

At least until I learn how to swim.

Reviews

[CHRIS ANDES]

nice little rhyming thoughts
=]

[MoriartyMesa]

The image is brutal and very well thought out, the title takes the reader to what they may assume but landed them on top of the bar with broken glass. That rocks.

[joshua deathdealer]

I really like this. Using Moses's life as a metaphor.. It works well.