Weeping willow
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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.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2024
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