My Grief is a garden
Rampant weeds stretch out
Coiling themselves around what used to blossom there
Clogging the soil of my heart
Choking out the bloom of reason
This new garden thrives under the caress of my tears
Tears which spill out,
pouring in thick,
heavy
splotches
Hitting my earth with a thud
Soaking into the fertile ground of loss
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