When Tears Taste Like Wine Poem by Christa D

When the frenzy of emotions shakes the lacrimal glands,
The fate of the mind is no longer in your hands.
The generous flow of tears would never run dry
Even after flooding your consciousness, it won't die.
Our world is fading according to your blurry visions.
Nothing can reach your heart full of incisions.
Staggering in known but distorted paths,
Your actions don't take account for the aftermaths.
When these common symptoms decide to align,
The tears don't taste like the sea but rather like wine.