Sotto Poet Poet Free verse

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Weeping willow

Written: February 3rd, 2024
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Existence for him,
should be the shivering,
a fantastic cymbal beat,
beaten with a firm stick,
then, at the time of closing,
all the lights are turned off,
there is no soundtrack at all,
and destiny struck,
vacuous vaudeville
eternity is a halted horn,
and yesterday, a tumbler of spirit,
drunken long ago.

I sit tree-side every night,
anger, grief, and key loss
I wait, hoping someone cares,
I realize nobody will ever come
I sat by the weeping willow,
Its lushness and gloom calm me,
tears fuel my restless dreams
still, my aloofness is illusory
I didn't grasp when it started
I had no friends or affection,
my heart broke and rotted
my echt days are gone,
I'm weary of crying and aching,
smiling, they toss me a chair and cord,
they feign to care for a while
and shut the doors to lie by the bay
their dismay while I live,
how do they pardon my curse?
their love scenes are fake.

Why must I suffer?
why is finding my tears a chore?
have I merited this?
what can I do to delight you?
allow this to conclude,
love me or befriend me
let this misery cease soon,
nights I weep, days I feign,
I bestow joy with my words
why can't I relax and relish?
why do you often depress me?
you don't care as much as others
You're teasing me from above,
I recognize I'll never improve,
I have no love or paradise,
let's hope for the best,
Isolation is a long path to hell,
my life isn't awful, but no one calls,
I may stay as hate sweeps the earth,
stay with my weeping willow.

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Ink Empress February 6, 2024 at 1:54 AM Wow this is so different to your usual writes, but youve described the mindset and thoughts of an individual isolated and abandoned and struggling and drowning in so many emotions!! Especially these lines are soul hitting “ I had no friends or affection, my heart broke and rotted my echt days are gone, I'm weary of crying and aching, smiling,” i felt nothing but sadness as this is the reality for so many. No friends, loneliness and isolation is what they know. Its heart wrenching really.Felt ths

Victor Buhagiar February 5, 2024 at 10:12 AM I hope this is fiction. You portray sad emotions that are not easy to emulate. A great poem.

Sara Kendrick February 5, 2024 at 10:02 AM Ahhh!! How sad. You have expressed the emotion well. I hope just a work and not relatable from true life. Weeping willows are beautiful off in a distance being blown by a light breeze, but not so much up close. Thank you for sharing this one with us and for dropping by my page. I am wondering if there is a contest about weeping willows because I saw another poem about them. Sara K

Silent One February 4, 2024 at 11:59 AM Your poem offers a poignant exploration of loneliness, despair, and the search for meaning in a world that often feels indifferent and unforgiving. Through its evocative imagery and raw emotional intensity, it invites readers to reflect on the complexities of the human condition and the universal quest for connection and belonging.

Nancy Kaufman February 4, 2024 at 6:29 AM Hi Dear Poet Sotto, In this emotive and sorrowful poem you have captured the soul of a person in despair so well sir. I pray that is this is a human that you have befriended out there, you are able to support them in getting the professional help they many need to heal. Congratulations on this POTD Sotto. You are most talented.

Valsa George February 4, 2024 at 5:02 AM I am sure this is fictional ! But you have described it as poignant as you pass through this ordeal of lonely living when no one is there to really care for you or greet you warmly. At best they give you a feigned show of concern ! There are thousands of people in the world who put on a facade of cheerfulness while in the heart of hearts they carry blistering wounds! "why can't I relax and relish? why do you often depress me?" This is a soul piercing question you have hurled at someone who deserted you. Your heart touching poem has indeed moved me.....

Vijay Pandit February 4, 2024 at 4:53 AM This is so powerful, my friend. Symphony emotions troubles the mind. -- I sit tree-side every night, anger, grief, and key loss I wait, hoping someone cares, I realize nobody will ever come I sat by the weeping willow---From the comments below, you touched the readers, Lasaad.

Bill Baker February 3, 2024 at 9:58 PM Soup mail me if you want to talk about this more. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Bill Baker February 3, 2024 at 9:58 PM I hope this is not how you personally feel. I hope you're only relating the tragedy of a life left alone. My heart aches for all in this world that experience what you so brilliantly displayed through this poem, my dear friend. Some say internet friends or friends here at poetry soup aren't real, if that's true, I have very few friends. Our nearest relative lives 50 miles and the next hundreds of miles from us. At least Sara and I have each other. to be continued ...

Miranda Hawley February 3, 2024 at 8:19 PM This sounds like a suicide note to me, and as such GET HELP! This is a really depressing poem. I know exactly what it is to be lonely, because I swore I had no friends growing up, although that was not technically true. And the image of someone throwing a depressed person a chair and a rope, is gut wrenching.

Hiya Sharma February 3, 2024 at 8:08 PM Dear Sotto, this is a heart-aching and painstaking write, which stirred my soul and made me feel all those vulnerable emotions that you've infused in every line. Loneliness along with people playing double-face games, whilst putting us in a situation of isolation in angst.. Sigh, I've been through that path and certainly, it's so grieving as you've described. "Isolation is a long path to hell", "tears fuel my restless dreams" Sigh.. This moved me to tears as well. Absolutely a most FAV from you Hiya Sharma February 3, 2024 at 8:09 PM You're a wondrous poet, dear Sotto.. Keep writing and shining, sending many best wishes and light your way.

Hilda Greenhough February 3, 2024 at 7:44 PM Your poem brought the subject to life. It is a sad poem of loneliness. The use of a tree gave a stabilizing focus to the rest of the thoughts.

Speaks Volumes February 3, 2024 at 3:23 PM After I read this, I had to sit staring at the words for a minute or so, my heart too heavy to comment. I wiped the tears and now am composed enough to let you know that the image you conjured is heartbreaking. You have an unreachable power over mere words to transpose feelings into the hearts and minds of readers. Must be a God given talent Las, I am sure no mortal could learn to do what you do with words. My admiration overflows. Your friend Wen.