Kyle Platt Poet Epitaph

All That I

all that I
until the day that myself die
the brain is not free
only dark and spiritless
he is quite empty

soldier worn
who wished he were never born
the accolades will never bring
Boos and hisses,a torrential Indian's Summer spring
These lips are silent
thy eyes cannot cry
would you even care if I fell plummeting from God's sky

Men were mean when wearing such glasses
this shell is not there to sit among the most elitist classes
months do pass
The eroding man who is dying upon this grass
36 years of taunting pleasure
no one loved me beyond the innocence measure

Tom & Alley
Mom and Dad
the only ones,i'd say
who made sure that my living should not be so sad
Twists and Turns
my spirit only yearns
to set myself free

-ALL THAT IS I IS READY TO SAY GOODBYE-

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