Stolen SkinA Poem by Ryan Falzon - TymonPoem about a clone.Protected by it's icy grasp, I lay still, never moving. How long will it last? Until they make my choosing? I stand here, in my little hole, swimming in the tranquility fluid. Wearing the skin of another soul, breaking the ways of the druid. Am I asleep? Is this a dream? My eye are shut and motionless, But I can hear and smell, so it seems, Sensing their restlessness. They are my mothers,my fathers. Taking care of me, so I don't trim. I wonder, do I have any brothers? Do we share the same stolen skin? I heard a wooden tap on my glass, and a flicker of some switch, The sea quickly turns into gas, and I walk away from my ditch. My seconds of motion were destroyed As a thin snake slowly broke into my skin, pain exploded where the snake had deployed Turning my longed freedom into pure grim. © 2010 Ryan Falzon - TymonAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on June 13, 2010 Last Updated on June 17, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorRyan Falzon - TymonMaltaAboutYou wish to know more about me? You want to see what I see? Then listen to the words I write. With them I will give you my sight. I'm a thinker in my time. Making everything rhyme. Wondering w.. more..Writing
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