These are not my tears
these are the waters that come to drown me
sent by my soul, my guilt, my hurt,
on these the boat that is my sins ..
this is not my heart,
its the residues;the remains of the home i created
the home for love for family
for happiness and joy
its but a piece of the peace i once had
its all i have to show for my life
all thats left of my name
those my eyes are not sore
it’s the blood that flows in them
that confirms what i feel
the emotions that fight
the thoughts i tire to make
this is not my life
its but a fiasco
a stage when the curtains are lifted
the least made sense on earth
incomplete…..