A Liter Of Tears.

A poem on my journey with depression and on how I'd only allow myself small moments of weakness, and this cycle affects me.

A Liter Of Tears.

A small drizzle I’d cry,

Enough to tend the crops 

Of the farm of my emotions.

Golden ears of happiness

Swayed in satisfaction,

Seeds of reassurance sprouted with ease

A satisfactory harvest each day

That filled this farmer’s heart.

Then came a menacing storm,

A great tsunami of waves

Kiloliters of tears and pain

Washed all the crops away.

Destroying the fruits of my labor,

Leaving famine in my head.

Fertilizers and pills did no good,

Only poisoning the air.

A liter of tears was all the farm needed,

But with imbalances in my mind,

I produced far more than I needed,

And destroyed the temple’s core.

Now, with the farm in disarray,

This farmer starves

Forced to face the harsh brunt

Of this season’s famine.

Author's Note

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