plasty is nastyA Poem by Allen SmucklerBeen away a few days...this is why. It's all about seeing the light, folks.thumping, pumping the ache and pain was never right had nothing
to gain
prowling, growling robbed of all strength something amiss within arm’s
length
knowing, growing learn from
mistakes trod with great effort all
that it takes
finding, blinding white heat
in my chest look for some refuge a place
to rest
frightening, heightening,
fears abound await the cold needle and
caustic sound
swishing, wishing all I
could stand never felt much while in
la-la land
ballooning, tuning as probe
trisects the team finds a way and
resurrects
plasty is nasty I’m sure
you’ll agree but dawn’s early light is
all I can see…
© 2013 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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28 Reviews Added on May 9, 2013 Last Updated on May 9, 2013 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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