This Poem was Submitted By: Christopher T. Moore On Date: 2001-07-10 19:53:25 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Molting

My mind became open     the clarity surreal Vast years of such stagnance     where I could not feel It sounded like a window     that was shattered by rain It felt like a hard scab     one pealed off with great pain. The visions so quick now     I'm so scared they will leave I don't want to be barren     I just want to believe I would like to evoke     the inner feelings in you I would like you to see     what my words really do If I can help but one person     before the end of my life Then let my words be the target     and let the truth be my knife.

Copyright © July 2001 Christopher T. Moore

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