An empty basket on the Nile

For all the pain I have created,
I dwell in thee.
For all that I have passed on,
I miss thee.
There has been a madness
Creeping in
It cascades and dissolves
As I rat-a-tat-tat.
To shaking limbs
And cheek bones
That long for bruises.
What is what I need
And where is it?
In here?
Within these tears
These rips?
Silence has found me sadness
Doubled me over
And then forgotten.
And why donít you just look at them:
The creators;
The guilty two.
They gave it a form
And it twitches.

Away from love
And life and towards longing
And lifelessness.
They should have put me in the basket on the nile.
I could have been found,
But instead
They let me be lost.

Madness is the result
Of persisting to think within:
Where the demons dwell
And the ground shakes.
Where all questions lead to a blank.

You placed me here
And whatever Christ we might have
Knows I have tried to escape.
Take the efforts and the attempts
And give me the key.
That one key
That allows me to not be born of you
As the ground shakes
And an empty basket
Floats down the nile.
Written by CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
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