Feeling Blue
Watching death daily, is like watching for the black messy tar/
to come off your car/ not knowing/ you are driving on it/
the tears in your eyes /pours out/ like a bucket of well water/
your heart/ is racing like / like the horses in the Kentucky Derby/
the souls/ are like muddy water/
where is the hope/ can I cope/
watching death/ daily/ and I didn't /see this/ one coming/
©Valerie Jean Grimes
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