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To whom it may concern!
My name is Joseph Christopher Garcia, I am 35
years old. I am on death row at Texas.
I am writing because I am tired of being alone. All my life I have looked
for love but I am afraid I don’t know how to love. This has a lot to do with
my whole life. I have no family who
cares for me. I am truly alone. I am looking for friends who can help me
with what is left of my life. My hope of living in this life is becoming
bleak. Can you help? Thank you for
your time. I have written a
poem which could help you to understand my thoughts and despair…
Post mortem
Do you feel an emptiness in your soul?
Do you float on the memory of your past?
Can there ever be a healing of a ruined heart…
Has pain ripped and shred every thread of hope
Is my name a meaningless thing
Is my face a faded thought…
Breathing is so hard, you were my air.
I am losing my mind trying to remember your passionate stare
It has cost my soul to push you away
I have drown in hatred, my tears burning and scaring
My spirit.
When does it end, when does it ever end?
Ignorance is bliss they say, but what can we say after
We have experienced each other?
Are we self-inflicted, are we blind to each other?
I can’t hear your voice anymore, have I become mute to you…
Are we that lost that our spirits will never enjoy a touch.
Must I beg a thousand years, “forgive my wrongs”?
Has not time been so cruel?
Does not my name on your lips bring a spark of life…
I miss my spark
And it feels like I am constantly in the dark.
Will you answer a dead man’s request…
One chance? One last chance in life?
Be my spark again.
Joseph Garcia |
Joseph
Garcia
# 999441
Polunsky Unit
3872 F.M. 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351
USA
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