Willow trees wallowing in misery
Surrounding me in a curtain of green
The wind whistling through in lonely company
And the quiet like a dead, silent scream.
My heart pounding within my chest
And trying to breathe in the cold hard air
Everything whirling around in my head
And trapped in a willowy caged snare.
Just a few seconds in the time of pain
Are long in the mind with chaos and torrent
And all around is weeeping willow rain
As right here I am inside, a heart-stopping moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem