Cold Plate

Please spare your breath

Instead of my feelings

You know, the less you say

The less I feel anyways

I suppose until death

I will keep on reeling

From my rotten impurities

And human insecurities

But when I am gone

And through with my doom

Please say your kind words

At the foot of my tomb

Iâll keenly hear for compliments

But for the ill-hearted too

I keep my tabs for reasons

Iâm not through with all of you