Tears wet my garden and allow it to flourish ,
It’s with these years, that I seek to nourish
This abysmal existence devoid of hope.
In this void, these tears help me to cope.
Sadly my garden resembles the Sahara,
I havn’t cried in months.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

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