James Faulkner Poet Rhyme

Skeleton In the Closet

Holy Waters bit the back of his skin 
Naïvely attempting to wash away internal sin
The preacher’s words perpetually stab his inside 
Years passed since he’s neared an alter yet the words reside
There’s a skeleton in his closet 
Bury it, just bury it
Life goes on and so should you

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Vince Suzadail Jr. February 25, 2009 at 9:21 AM Good advice. I've got enough skeletons in mine to have a monster mash party. We all do. Thanks for your comments, James. Have a great day! Vince

Arany P. February 25, 2009 at 1:02 AM yea... wow very powerfully said... lots of truth!! good write! ~ Arany

Belinda Parish February 24, 2009 at 11:32 PM I think we should all red ourselves of the closet skeletons...like you said, bury it. I think we would all be happier. Another good write James.

Christopher Higgins February 24, 2009 at 5:16 PM Don't bury the skelton.. bring it out..bring it out like T.I. said.. I love this because many hide in the closet wearing that fake mask trying to appease everyone but themselves. Good work.