Under The Willow Tree

Under the bowing weeping willow tree
Here does my true love and soul mate lie
It is over a fresh mound of broken earth
My shattered and bitter soul openly cries

As hard as I may try I cannot control
The course and flow of my salty tears
All I can see in my muddled mind
Are the reoccurring visions of our years

Here in the leaden shade and shelter
Of our matured and name initialed tree
I collapse on his fresh and swollen grave
Trying desperately to hear him speak to me

I plea and beg to hear his sweet voice
Softly whisper my name once more
The winter wind flows through the leaves
Chilling my weary body to its deepest core

He is permanently gone now so far from me
A fact I cannot make myself fully accept
The horrid last words that I screamed at him
I now consistently replay, despise, and regret

I want and need to tell him how very sorry I am
For everything selfish and foolish I did and said
It is too late now for my weak and feeble words
Without him next to me my spirit is also dead

I will remain steadfastly with him here by his side
On the thoroughly frozen snow covered forest floor
Weeping and gnashing my teeth loudly in anguish
Until my body wastes away and I breathe no more

Reviews

[Trystan]

It has a good rhythm, a nice rhyme. I enjoyed it and it's probably one of the better ones I've read on here. It definitely does well in conveying emotion.

[Jolly Jake]

You have the gift to share great emotion and captivate a reader. This piece shows great potential and certainly reels in an audience. Good writing and keep it up. I'd like to see even more in the future.

-Jake