Sadness why do I nurture you?
With the seeds of my despair, the moisture from my tears and in the shadows of hopelessness you thrive. Your branches spring forth from my heart and curl around the tendrils of my brain until your fruit blossoms in my soul. Your thick black velvety leaves blind me from any ray of hope yet still I feed you with my melancholy thoughts and the dew from my lashes.
This poem is about:
Me