He's Many Stains. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

He's Many Stains.



No matter how hard he tries
To believe his lies,
He'll remain, always, alone;
Apart from friends, the Air, and self:
Apart for feeling alone.

Sometimes he looks hurt
In his fading shirts.
They've witnessed: many rains,
Too many hurts, too many pains.
He's many shirts. He's many stains.

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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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