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Poems By Kyle Toth

Wasted Child


Face down
In a puddle of blood
She cried
Her shivering breaks up
the reflection
She sees.
Her screams shatter
the silence
that brought her here.
The rain has washed
her memories away
Hounds search with resolve
Search
Nothing
Intense roaming leads the forces
in the battle for direction.
The dead trees become ever more familiar


Kyle L. Toth received his Bachelor of Arts degree in Theater and Philosophy from Southern Illinois University at Carbondale. He began the program in 1996 and completed it in 2009. During this time he also spent a year traveling across the US with Ringling Bros. Barnum and Bailey Circus, several years traveling around the world working on luxury cruise ships. He has also pursued his interests in motorcycle racing and cage fighting.


 

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