Dead Skins Poem by James Bost
Dead Skins
Rating: ★5.0
im feeling down
swirling in the hot sun
carrying pain
trying to fight it off
hunting for my prey
day and night
everyday
hibernating in the cold
disintegrating in the desert
trying to fight
fighting the pain off
exercising my release therapy
by shedding my dead skin
to reveal all the pain and problems
now i can hunt down......my prey
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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4/26/2024 2:11:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
its hard to reveal the pain keep wrighting! ! ! 110% Unique