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Kyle Tolan
United States, California, Folsom

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Ballad of the Buried

 


And bury me at birth


Before I can open my eyes


Nine inches in the earth


And only broken mother cries


With heavy cocaine tears


Weighing on her most precious steps


Hideously shamed mirrors


Reflecting  her shallowing depths


 


 And bury me at five


At the side of my only friend


We aren't meant to survive


With the difference in our skin


Risky in this day of age


But we are sure too young to tell


It costs a riot's rage


That will ring a sullen church bell


 


And bury me at nine


With just a nickel to my will


Laying at a stop sign


A city street at a stand still


When a man's running late


Supporting two kids and a wife


Prayed for a different fate


And closes his eyes to a life


 


And bury me a teen


Sunken in my darkest nightmares


A suicide wet dream


Cannot stand the degrading stares


The scars on my body


Are getting sharper everyday


Will someone please stop me?


Don't tell me it's the only way


 


And bury me twenty


Draped and dressed in red, white and blue


Shipped from across the sea


Laying down myself for what's true


And even if I'm wrong


I'll die a hero of glory


And they'll sing me a song


And never forget my story


 


And bury me old age


With a leather couch still attached


Retirement's a cage


And no love was the perfect catch


Pasts just a windowsill


If the bitterness don't get me


The emphysema will


I'm just a product of self pity


 


And bury me, the dead


Cause' this world is a murder


Lessons drilled through my head


And teacher is a sheep herder


Turn away, say, 'god damn'


As dreams are covered by the earth


I'll suffer the time of man


Unless you bury me at birth


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Ecritelevie Comment by: Ecritelevie - 2007-06-21 01:34
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Loved this poem
daysleeper Comment by: daysleeper - 2007-05-28 18:37
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im just a product of self-pity.....

gotta love this poem.......such a talent at a young age.....job well done :).......
KeepBreathing Comment by: KeepBreathing - 2007-05-22 23:08
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This is beautifully written...sad, visual.
easywriter58 Comment by: easywriter58 - 2007-04-28 01:41
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Seems like everyone else hit all the high points. I think the content is great and it reflects a maturity that isn't presently seen in young people I have been in contact with today.
RoadLessTraveled Comment by: RoadLessTraveled - 2007-04-19 22:56
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Wow... another USA teen on EditRed, and from CA no less! I thought we were extinct. =)

Great poem. I loved the feel of the verses and the excellent usage of allagories. The rythym had great potential, but seemed to stumble in a couple of spots where there were a few too many syllables thrown in. Other than those few minor details, great job. Very expressive and creative work.

-RLT
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