MOSES

I’ve been pulled reeds from the sea
Hoping that someday my eyes will meet a perfect Moses.
I’ve been here for so long.
My heart is forlorn.

I’ve been cruising the red seas,
The white oceans,
The blue rivers and lake,
But still the economy of my heart is at stake.

I’ve known one man since birth,
He explained to me what pain means on earth
He showered me with fake love
But again he’s the only man I still have.

I’m walking alone in wet paths,
Picking flowers in the morning,
Hoping someone will trace my path,
And pick the last flower to my heart.

Bulls _eye poetry.