What Rhymes with Limes?A Poem by Zackery Alan DaleyA sporadic, yet well emotionally placed piece. In my own opinion, of myself...wtf?I need a spur, a spark, to ignite the night sky. A fear of company, but it's worst when I'm lonely. Does that make sense Mr. Psychiatrist?Seven years of sessions just made me cynical and pissed. If you believe it, I'm over it. I just copy them now. Except I have no piece of paper, saying I can figure you out. Evasion is the only answer to invasion of your brain, and it's creeping' me out, the "brave" and the "stout". I tremble like a child without warmth or the taste of water in his mouth. Look at me now. I said look at me now. I'm a shroud, hopefully a figment. So finite as all other things on this planet.I got a bottle of scotch, and a kid to watch. This is why I have no train of thought.
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8 Reviews Added on August 2, 2011 Last Updated on August 2, 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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