Kyle Shield Laster Poems

He peeks inside the church to see that
He needs a cigarette before he can do it.
All his life he's waited.
He's waitin'.
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I'm like that dog you see
Hopping down your street
With only three feet
And nothing to eat.
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I write upon a tattered page
The happenings of my life,
But I write at such a flattered age
That to some I don't seem right.
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Numbing the tiled white floor is upon further inspection.
I'm breaking a law by laying here.
He's breaking my jaw while laying here.
My will is gone. I'm still- Oh!
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No matter how hard he tries
To believe his lies,
He'll remain, always, alone;
Apart from friends, the Air, and self:
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