Garden of Tears

By a moonlit pool

in the garden of tears

where the roses weep

tears of crimson,

and the tulips are bruised

black and blue

their purple lips

exposed for all to see.

Where the weeping willows

wrap us in their loving branches

taking away the pain and sorrow

sheltering us from the world.

There is a haven

for all those afflicted

where you may go

to shed your tears

and let the pain slip away

but do not tarry to long

in this garden of tears,

lest you find

yourself forever lost

in its maze of sorrows,

for misery loves company.