It was never enough.A Poem by Zackery Alan DaleySome mixed feelings combined with a poetic sense of drunkenness. Enjoy and thank you for reading.
I always knew it would be you to turn your back "in style",
and though this now is true, I still whispered in your ears to stop you from crying. Who was it that ran bare foot, to the hospital? It was me, and because I thought you were dying. Is your soul lost in that damn sand by the creek bed? Where we found a little brother, smothered and dead... But you lived, and I tried to cherish it, nourish it, Do all I f*****g could for it. Yeah so I am a drug addict without a girl. A lone broke fat-a*s, who tells stupid jokes. Confession: I need a little guidance, a person to hold hands with, But it hasn't come yet so I'll stay up again, Check my poems and then, realize that nobody is listening, Everything is empty, inside a Mormon community, With zero privacy, respect, and a fellow man's dignity. Judge me, judge me, whose turn is it to laugh? The funny thing is you haven't even seen me, For at least...hmmm...a year and a half? Well I'm not a pushover any longer, I run myself. I lose weight for me, and no body else. I'm just a sorrowful, lonely monster. With blue eyes and approachable looks. If only I had the courage to call her. Sinking lines and hooks, but I'm not a crook. This will be my last line, in my last book. © 2011 Zackery Alan DaleyAuthor's Note
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Added on January 30, 2011Last Updated on January 30, 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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