Weeping Willow
A lonely willow stands out
from all the rest of the forest
the bark so hard and cold
that a butterfly lands
and turns to stone
Making the willow look like
a gothic statue
All dark and gloomy
Bark tearing into places
showing white raw flesh underneath
Bearing its soul a little
to the world
But who sees this willow
who hears its screams
its crys at night
when no one is around
It weeps sap from its bones
leaking it to the ground
Hoping someone or something
will see him. See the pain hes been through
He waits each day and night
and at twilight the willow
weeps another night
knowing no one will know who he is
know what hes been through
so he keeps his gothic statue
the way it is.
Just now hes trying to seal the wounds up
To seal his secrets up
With his tree trunk hollowing away
to being nothing but cracked wood
To be someone's fire wood
for the winter
Burning away for their pleasures
wilting away the pain you had
Withering away to nothingness
and yet the pains burn crimson
showering the people with a
yellow glow to their houses
Never given a moment
its heartbreak or pain
that makes it burn those colors brightly.
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