Flooding My Heart With Tears

Flooding my heart with tears
Sighing at dying
The poem is for nothing
It spends it’s time in a jail cell
And then gets a lethal injection
Slipping in and out of dreams
Without any happiness
Staring dead into the window
Which lives in colors brighter
Than I could ever paint
Moved to the point of weeping
By a show on TV
Spending time in the laundry
I’m not even me

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