Marcus Nunnally Poems

Some of the truly great things about summer,
the fresh grass can be smelled for miles.
For most of my family the winter's a bummer.
It sure has it's share of trials.
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I'd really hate to imagine that I've let them all down.
Those gone before, at rest beyond clouds.
Though there are many who wouldn't actually care.
There are still many more that would roll in dispair.
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I need to dissolve
this battle's resolve,
of destroying all that I am.
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Why is it when I see,
I don't see clearly?
Why do they hurt,
these things I love dearly?
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Welcome me back,
to the place I was before.
Never had to choose,
so many open doors.
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I miss you when you are not around,
though when you are close, I feel put down.
Now that I am older, you should ease on the control.
Stop trying to direct me and accept that I am grown.
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What a wonderful sound when my guitar sings,
the vibe can be felt for miles.
The joy and the hope as professed from it's strings,
means everyone will leave wearing smiles.
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Where do You hide, when I am fit-to-be-tide, and I truly know not what to do.
I wish I could see, all of Your deeds, and the marvelous works that You do,
but where can I find, enough precious time, to allow this dream to come true?
I do miss the days where we'd sing Your praise, with a camfire all aglow,
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Have you noticed that I am here?
Am I hidden by my beer?
Even though I'll bring you cheer.
Smack! The bug is now a smear.
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Darkness though I run to thee
Still love sunlight, though not good for me
Low tide draws back to reveal the sea
All have cures for ailing needs.
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