Through My EyesA Poem by Zackery Alan Daley>>>>>NICE<<<<<Withered in anguish, I speak more than English. Words of urbane apprehension, zephyrs of youth, Trapped in an uneasy furver, of manners and couth. Theoretical, poetical nonsense; peevish and chatty. Utter torpid attempts, tweaking tempestuously, To inform a boy soldier, of combat's real nature. My tight-knit syndicate, drunk with spunk and grit, Amaze the spectators with their keepsake luck. A spry tiny threshold, I barely made it through, Alive, though in the foreground, a body turns to ash. To speak of topics taboo these days...unleash government wrath.
I take you to higher places, your mind cannot replace it. © 2011 Zackery Alan DaleyAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on January 7, 2011 Last Updated on January 7, 2011 AuthorZackery Alan DaleyKanab, UTAboutHello my name is Zack. I have been writing since I could properly hold the pen. Then computers came around so I type up some work on this site from time to time. Thank you for checking out my conte.. more..Writing
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