ShellA Poem by The High PoetThis is a new version of an older poem.Shell
All that remains is this hollow shell, Stress and worry are the air I breathe, How much longer can I drift this way? The darkness gains its silent ground,
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Added on May 5, 2010Last Updated on December 20, 2025 AuthorThe High PoetGuelph, Guelph, CanadaAboutOnce I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more.. |

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