metamorphosisA Poem by Moebiai felt pain when writing this.
in a metamorphosis
I find myself changing there are things happening people who extend to me in which I cannot reciprocate but my wings they're tethered to this thing I call my mind that wretched thing is always holding me back this metamorphosis is changing me to a person i used to be. like daylight i feel like i am sinking, by the hours my mind is rotting m speech is slurring and skin is wrinkling i'm ugly but i am not beautiful inside because it morphed my mind.
© 2014 MoebiaAuthor's Note
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Added on February 27, 2014 Last Updated on February 27, 2014 AuthorMoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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