The Willow Tree
Into the darkness
Into the depth
Under the willow tree
A little girl wept, she wept a storm
With gale-force winds like breeze
Sobs and streams of tears abound, drenched the forest floor
Other than she there was no sound, the calm before the storm
Waterfalls run and oceans form, a storm is on the verge
She holds on tight againt the storm but now it's a hurricane
Though valiance and courage she was no match for the storm of gods was here
and the winds ripped her away...
into the darkness
into the depth
who knows where she may be
The willow tree is left alone, damaged, numb, & bleak
Alone in sadness
Alone to die
Alone in misery
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Comments are closed for this poem.