A Vague Living Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

A Vague Living



The years have been detailed,
But I remember scarcely of their colors.
Most were black and white
And few, so few were golden.
I must stress the distress
I feel about my life.
Can one claim a life as theirs
If they can only recall
Little of living it?
I'd like another choice, please.
Never would I have wanted this life.
I can vaguely even remember it.

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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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