Suicide In A Minor Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
Suicide In A Minor
Pounding the keys of life;
There's no margin for error.
One mistake is suicide:
A poet's terror.
Be patient just a bit:
I will bleed you pretty words.
I will sing all of my pain
And numb you like the rain.
Die young, save yourself.
There is panic in old age;
A tongue you cannot cage.
Yes, death is all the rage.
tis nothing minor here.... You've packaged it well in as Major high note Iin due of atTENtion
There's panic in old age, this is a great line.................
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5/5/2024 8:34:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'll bleed you pretty words i really like this one. nice