A river of tears.

People dying of thirst everywhere.

They come to me and drink.

My river is vast and fresh,

Although it’s made of sadness.

One by one my tears fall,

To help them survive.

I must cry

In order to keep them alive.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s