Please Don't Cry

A Once Bountiful Lily 

Among many in a field 

Has wilted and died 

No chance at being healed. 

 

I stop to behold it 

To mourn its life lost 

It conjured my tears

For having paid such a cost. 

 

To its left, though, I spot 

A bulb surely growing 

It catches my attention  

In the gentle winds blowing. 

 

No fresh water is nearby 

To ensure the bulb to thrive 

So, I water it with my tears 

To help keep it alive. 

 

Unfathomable to me, 

Its needs are not met; 

For the weight of my tears  

Had the opposite effect. 

 

As I cried and I cried, 

The bulb surely died; 

My crying could not 

Make it grow; 

 

For the lily absorbed 

My sadness instead 

And drowned  

From the weight of sorrow.  

 

And so, the story goes; 

The Once Bountiful Lily 

Represents my once broken heart: 

And the bulb; a new love 

Drowned by tears for the other... 

Suffered death before it ever reached a start.